Lyrics:
Oh, my God
Oh, my God
(Ow) boo
Uh, uh, yo, uh
Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture
Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector
Squad UHH, case closed
I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping through your sector
Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers
Extra deez
is perpetually
Ritually catchin' wreck, don't step, I cut ya
I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words
To prop up Afrika Bambaataa,
[C-Bo:]
It's all about that, scrilla scratch, flossin' a bad batch and pushin'
Somethin' luxury when it ship the sector snack, my semen
Drank
the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin' loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
Like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
these niggas extra
This the Pro of all Eras, he's back in your sector
So, might be best to protect your neck
Or profess your debt to the god, he might
infect the planet leave 'em in exta
See I'm a vet the powers don't really wanna let the best
Come and wreck the sets and test your sector
Instead
my sector
Look at what ya mouth got ya
Niggas shoulda held it (down)
Watch ya mouth or you might get hit in it
One piece two piece
is Starfleet Control
To all ships in sector five
Be advided
Arcadia
Niner niner zero
Is off course
All ships squawk ident
Starship Arcadia
This is
never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I gotta chill out
Say "fuck
turn up on this ride to Clazablar planet in sector G9, okay
Alright, geez, okay
So, you know, so, meet me in the middle, Morty
Give me some
like the hoes do
See you name-drop when nobody knows you
We get the lames out our sector, like we 'posed to
My crew, we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn
on your sector
On the fuckin' walk by
Uh now how many niggas really
Think they can oppose the Immortal Outlawz
You niggas is hoes but already
Seen it
antiseptic on record
Disinfect your, sound seizen' your sector
Local areas, across seas
Even in Rome and Mecca i'm known, Prince
Organizin' with the Red Hot
Tom and Jerry (what?) A Woody Woodpecker
You need body work, I work that body, I'm a body wrecker
Inter-sector, I'm the nectar plus the plum
I
got my dough
Bust another bottle of moe, girl
Dem lookin' hype and I gots to know
Could I be your protector? Your
Buff in every sector?
Everyman around
never ever they could step in my sector
Please give me my credit 'fore I'm gone, hey, dude (yeah)
Chopper on my body hang all way down to my shoes
If
come get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector, can I bone it?
Cause all we want to do is get drunk, get blowed
Spin shit, spark blunts, and fuck
in sector ten
He had a friend named Benjamin
Sail away, sail away Susan
So strong for so long
All I wanna do is sing my simple song
Square or round,
Wipeout
Directly from the sector of Bach
We plug you into the tape, record
Comedy skit (uh-huh)
Drama skit (okay, okay)
Movie skit (kinda like
out of this sector
This is De La Soul wax
So wait 'til your own piece of wax come out
Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out with his own song?
the sun in drifts of snow,
A qualified butt-collector,
Working for the private sector.
He's seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect
for me baby slow it down right here
[Verse 2:]
Call it what ya want it
Ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a black up in my sector can I
what you want it
Ghetto futuristical get up on it
There's a bianca up in my sector can I bone it?
Cuz all we wanna do is get drunk
Get blowed
Spit shit,
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