JustJohn

buk naked with a pair of blue blockers on...

and i guess the last one should be diesel?

absolutely not.

"...sometimes i feel like a one-legged man in as ass-kicking contest... no hope..."

On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet

Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet

Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set

With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats

Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel

Styles more tangible, and image more real

For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts

When it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"

Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit

Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip

Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one

Known as Bald Head Slick -- why is the press all on my di-dick?

My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot

Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin riot

Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo

Them motherfuckers are harrassable

For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond

The mic's either a magic wand

Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb

Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're gone

And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong

I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon

Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon

Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on

Word is bond...

You know my steez

Smokey

Dennis Brown

Sam Cooke

Rod Stewart (depspite all the cheeky stuff he's done in the last 20 years)