Mecca & the Soul Brothers

Okay, you wanna act trife and flip the script?

With your Wonderama drama slash coma riff

That you're kickin like Pele, flows even Bo knows

My versatility capability is simply bougie

Y to the O-U-N-G

Another G to the U-N-S

Let's back up, shorty, from the naughty like shorty

Berry Gordy with the forty gettin' papes, oh Lordy

Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi

Stop the violence, 'cause ya can't do me

New York to LA, say what I play

So catch a runaway smooth, like Billie Holiday

You couldn't bag me, boy, with a hefty

Train like Rocky, but still can't step to me

So take a hint, money, leave it alone

And play like Stephanie Mills and find a home

Plus I never boogaloo with Yacub

When mixed with the tricks in an alphabet stew

When I design an army, I can reign

But never have more beef than Saddam Hussein

The Night Cap, so prepare for a CAT scan

When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai-pan

Finger-lickin' the papes like there is no other

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Schizophrenic, on a panic I do work

When you lurk with a professional ceremonial expert

The bold swinger, the Asiatic acrobatic

Lovable, sing the blues when I tap it

Save the mystery for Agatha Christie

Gimme a break, better wake Chief Kanisky

I'm not your ordinary modern day cliche

'Cause I'm here to save your little lost souls anyway

Go with the flow with the flutes when it executes

Any comp livin' got buried in black suits

The limelight, never let it confuse you

It's a Fantasy Island without a Tattoo

The hardcore few tend to look for

It's true, can't buy a knuckle game in a store

Makin' movies like your name is Faye Dunaway

To hear the rumor echo in the project's hallway

You want a fast break? Me no static

But Mr. Whipple can't dribble like Magic

I yolk 'em up in domination, nerds got scrambled

The Tony Randall left in shambles

Finger-lickin' the papes like there is no other

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Let me see

Pete Rock is like salad dressing when I toss another lesson

Ready or not, prime time after seven (Kick it)

I pull women like a wisdom tooth

Without any conversation with Doctor Ruth (Kick it, baby)

Makin' all the girls wind with the glamity

When doves cry, Apollonia and Vanity

Picture the Mary Jane frame on the mantle

Consider me a vandal the Virgin can't handle

And never clown downtown with Pat Sajak

Poppin' that yang riffin', Homie don't play dat

So don't gas the kid to make a movie

While I'm smackin' a booty who just love to rock a doobie

Even though I make petty cash like a beggar

With no stash, I make an Air bet and knit a sweater

So the Night Cap of rappin', no slackin', backin'

Hand clappin', feet tappin', Chief and Captain

Could finger-lick the papes like there is no other

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers

Mecca and the Soul Brothers