listen Up.
With my ears to the street
And my eyes to the sky
I’m on another planet my friend alright
It took two weeks to learn me speak
And all you say it that my cologne wreaks
I can counter you with my superstition
Can detect your exact position
Before you get your readmit-ion
As I look in the audience with my Pyrex vison
I see in reality what I had envisioned
The Ghostface Killahs Mick Jackson thrillas
And they still try to Thrill ya!
I say do this before they bill ya
Find the reason and accuse of treason
They’ll be out by next season
Take two shots while they Rip Torn ya
They find out they can’t afford ya
They ask me the simplest questions
Like “Does it storm out?”, “Sort of?”
After your death they will mourn ya
You don’t believe? I still fore warned ya!