Another Laze production with an even smoother sound
It's 1994 and I'm taking breaking suckers down
To they lowest element, they claim it's irrelevant

That they ain't true artists but they do it for the hell of it
I'm the schizophrenic tenet in your house
And when you pop that shit, hurry scurry like a mouse
Suckers getting busted in they teeth when they fuck around
I'll call you Bozo Lollipop 'cause you're a sucker, clown
You're rhymes are just a drizzle and I be weatherwise
Guys pissing on they mother like it was DEAD/ALIVE
But step for a battle of snaps and I'll beat you
Your mother's like Bologna but she'll still refuse to meet you
Teaching like a professor but yet the intellectuals
Say my rhyme's divine though it's still ineffectual
Shove your arguments, get in line and take a number, son
I'm the motherfucker that be number one

Number one on your hit list but also on the playlist
Of the radio stations that promised me they'd play this
Five years in the game yet I still have to answer to
New jack