tweed trapper the rapper, spittin faster than grand master / flash look, now turn a page in the good book, the one you always idolize like fievel in a child's life, / now turn the other cheek think about it for a week and realize the meek speak loudest when the days are bleak / so don't be a creep; trying to take a peep, take a gander, at a lady friend's bedroom while she's asleep / you know you're knees deep; in a heap; it's time to take a leap / of faith
chillin with bean in a red limousine the cats on the floor right next to the door, her name is tuna, should ah told you soona my names maxwell, I'll give you couple smacks well, bitch here comes the crackien, he's always talking smack and, i'm a drop the bass, drain the color from your face.