You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes?

Well just plug me in like I was Eddie Harris

You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would think I'm from Paris

You know I get fly, you think I get high

You know that I'm gone and I'm 'a tell you all why

So tell me-who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' 

the reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen

In my head I just wanna take 'em down

Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let if flow like a mudslide

When I get on I like to ride and glide

I got depth of perception in my text y'all

I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all

So whatcha whatcha whatcha want

I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt

I said where'd you get your information from huh?

You think that you can front when revelation comes?

*Yeah, you can't front on that*

Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man

I'm like Spoony G well I'm the metropolitician

You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala

But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar

Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin'

Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin'

Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall

Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call

Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride

With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by

Believe me what you see is what you get

And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet

Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time

This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said

I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time

I'm losin' my mind

*Yeah, you can't front on that*

But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about

I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about

But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise

I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all

I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall

I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want

I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want

You suckers write me checks and then they bounce

So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount

See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner

I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena

I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce

You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause

Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease

I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech

*Yeah, you can't front on that*

So whatcha whatcha whatcha want