Disk and Dat

Now 'earrr dis! Your man Kwest comin from Southside Queens Gettin ready to hit you in the ear with a lil bit of FLA-VOR Seen? (??) [Hook] Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat [Kwest] Now this is on the reel to reel - or if you prefer the ADAT You don't get what I say black? Hit rewind, then playback I work mega-swiftly with an S-950 Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track Use sixteen, or twenty-four tracks if I need more tracks Run in the vocal booth and close the door so it's soundproof Freein my lyrics in one take if mistakes are found POOF They're gone with the push of a button on the board Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone Won't stop spittin my shit until the monitors are blown (BOOM!) Lay my verses out with punch-ins, if we hungry order lunch in Take a few EQ levels and muse, while we be munchin Make the bass smack the face while the drums kick your chest in Bring the (?) here for the session Just in case I get a urge to splurge on effects and reverb Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits Radio won't play me with all that cursin but I don't sweat it Cause the FCC, won't mess with me In place of all my curses I got reverse and BLEEPS Make myself a cassette, to hoop in my jeep deck Grab the disk then dat, give my crew dap, then I jet [Hook] [Kwest] I mix my batter bigger and better cause I use batter butter But if (?) batter be bigger and butter ain't in your matter brother I better batter butter, not that batter butter that's bitter So your batter be better not bitter, and mad fatter nigga Not many can hit what this brother pitch Like a fly I'm on dis shit, dat shit, next shit, some other shit With no type of excuse I gets very loose And have you bounce around to my sound, like you drank Gummy Baby juice Filthy or milky I should live in a cow's udder If a nigga bit my script, he'd get a mouth full of butter Hit the spot like an ice cold Coke and what I spoke Choked folks and left them (?), "That nigga dope!" I like the indo, I like the Timbos, I like them bimbos I like stealin your shit late at night, so lock the windows Whether nigga or spic I stick and think hawk quick Watch your chick or I may be leavin her house with a sore-ass dick Got a +Soul+ full of +Mischief+, I'm +Casual+ when I rip it More specific, +The Homosapien's+ funky and +Hieroglyphic+ That means the writing's on the wall Y'all who thought I would be Niagara and fall Play ball caddy - GET THE BALLS! Still, those who wanna act ill and test the skills (LET ME SHOW YOU SOMETHING!) Like Fire Marshall Bill Don't think someone this slick comes from Sutton or Van Wyck? You can suck mine, my dog, my brother, and all my man dick! I can't flow no more I'm wack (naw that shit's fat) Aight, end the track, bring back in the chorus chat [Hook] [New Hook] Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat And Mr. Engineer you did your job, that's a wrap!