(Once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to

the A.M. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, You

know that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got

the voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the

the groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul

on fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top

performers cold hardcore music deejays....)



(Ego trip, ego trip, taking a train to the ego trip)



POS:

Johnny fever, I won't catch

I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop

That means I run it to the break

'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard

I'll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard

Nah nah, let me back that up

I think I'll freakin' shoot ya

Parlay and smoke a L with my honey for the future

Man, I'm happy as can be 'cause I got my OE

Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up

Johnny fever, I won't catch

I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop

That means I run it to the break

'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard

So when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard

Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls

WHo had the second generation dubs of crews at Harlem World

Like the Fearless, the Crush, the Furious

Where I transform to the physical in the Latin Quarters

I was curious to how Kris and Scott blew the stage

Back then I didn't know you kept the ego front page

I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

Like my man from Black Moon when he enters the stage

I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page



DOVE:

I got seventeen kids who speak to peak rhythms

And they all know I didn't come to make any sense

I heard Mikey Roads bust licks like

"Hey ma, what's for dinner?", spit cuss like a winner

Malibu down 'cause they can't see the standard I clown

Bundles and bags is sniffin' like

Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (OOWW!!)

Hit the pit stop on the corner 'cause I see brothers flagginParty on the moon but first I gots to spoon

It's wiggle your ass man, you made the jam jiggle like

Whoomp, not that, ain't it? I hit the elephant

Damn, Super Lover Man, your shit look thick

But first things first I'm gonna take it to the sea

The Chattanooga champ is gonna take it to the sea

I'm the employer, you're my employee

You gots to bust your ass for the cash money

Double on a bobo, Mr Bartender

Got to make this tree look pretty tonight

I'm on a kite, never trippin' on the ego

You know how we go, if I had a million bucks

I'd go buy me an Amigo, a house and a pinball machine

Slip myself some Spanish Fly and wet dream

Amazing how I zoom to the pervert mode

You wanna know why, you ask me why

(Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)

You wanna know why, you ask me why

(Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)

You wanna know why, you ask me why

(Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)

Do you wanna know why, you ask me why



POS:

Well you wanna know why, I'll tell you why

Classic example of a date rape

Check the moves in the laces so the shoes won't fake

Standing on the bread, honey take the moves to the head



DOVE:

Nah nah nah, just sit to this permanent

'Cause I'm a never movin', I clown it like

Get down, get down on the illegitimate

Yes I am the Chattanooga

I know this girl named Joelle, her mama drives a Cougar



POS:

Ay yo, I flaunt gets way beyond the bets

Little girl be cheesin' when I'm twirling her barrettes

I'm entering through the centre in 'cause she sweats

Now her Mister needs to see if my construction can be kept

I run it back to when I had Millie in the sack

Where she did the nothing 'cause her father showed her something

I ain't frontin', I'm mashing all the comp 'cause I'm thorough

Like crack, that's here to clear the inner city boroughs

But jump inside your mind so there's no escapism

Yo, De La Soul is here to stay like racism

You wack-ass rappers, they don't take much to see

If you don't sync with my mental

What the fuck makes you think you can touch me?

Well anyway, I'm levelling the masses, which gets me asses

Now tell me who be the tramp

Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about?

Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about?

Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out



(Lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three)

(Ego trip, ego trip, ego trip, ego trip)

(What you want, nigga, what you want)