Think I Am (feat. MF Doom) [Dead Rabbit Remix]

Yeah, look fam, you could be the man

Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan

I'm not blind, I can see the scam

You talk tough, but y'all a bunch of girls, like the Cheetah band

I'm a leader and you're a follower

Your gold hollow and your ho is a swallower

She put it down like a report

But her box smell like South Street seaport

What a odor black, fat

When I got her in the sack, Jack, boy, I couldn't hold her back

'Cause her bottom is thick like a hippopotamus

Tramp stamp on her lower back

See I know the facts, the ho filled me in

Her best friend is a twin named Lillian

I'm going really in, I'm really going in, foul

I bust on that towel that you throwing in

Big up Ace, glad I had a chance to flow with him

Just last summer, me and my mans did a show with him

At Montreaux, hit the stage, I'm like, go get 'em

Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm

Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point

They did Jeep ass ****, I'm like, that's the joint

Some old school has remembered who was who

Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew

Before the master left the stage from doing the do

Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru

First time I met the brother, felt like I knew him forever

Two clever album dedicated to his mother

I thought of mine at the same time and growing up

I know they proud of their baby boys, we growing up

Only got one, won't ever forget her

Make sure you let her know you love her when you with her

Kiss her