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[INTRO] Double K: 'Uh uh lets take them out of a B-Boy experience, Hey yo Thes One how you like me now? Thes One: Yo I don't know how you like us now? [Verse 1] Thes One: Eyes stay so cool he freezes coliseums Man the kid shines so bright you sneeze when you see him He still hasn't changed trading records for per diem Guaranteeing new additions to his wax museum Man I've seen it, his collection grows its quite incredible Hunting down them records like the damn things were edible In this context he's too complex you're Oedipal Ya'll mother fuckers only produce poetical perfection In hypothetical selections for your general public expecting a soft subject Man its medical touch not budget but worth it Impregnates the track, jump back and then birth it Word is born, now his word plays all day At that fancy day care over by U.C.L.A While he sits at home, making beats drinking a Heiny Puttin' new brakes on drum pads like Meineke I finally see him one day chillen with his group He was eating at Ochullo's sippin' tortilla soup I said 'Thes, yo I'm feelin' all them old jazz loops Can you make me up a track man I got a little loot' He said 'thanks but don't thank me thank the fore-fathers They deserve the credit now theres no body bothers' I pause 'thats true' he took a sip of his too He said 'I'll dig you up a beat like Super Mario II' I was like 'word, dude I'll pick up the check' He's like 'don't bother, pull up a chair lemme introduce you to my partner' [Verse 2] Double K: Ready, Set, Go! this mans a vet-pro Call him humble, call him psycho his mother calls him Michael He might go Locooo, you're fakin' perpetratin' Trickin' off and fresh hatin' you can see the best play in the feel Look he's reeling in, what a combination seen him signing up soldiers To start his new rap nation, he said 'time is wasted' And I could see it in his eyes he was fed up with the politics, wack beats and lies Heard a lady say 'Sock it to me' and brothers was pumpin' their fists On some Reverend Al Sharp shit, better now than not to talk shit He walkin' in, like them D.U.I games mind frame and revolution And you know he's got solutions, not worried about pollution Afraid for his art form, matter o'fact he's kinda shook up His people want the hook up, his people better look up Cause its about to go down, like the thrill of the nights over And never sober when he is he's kinda mean, loves his high-hats clean Stays on the fly rap scene he's a fighter and a lover Reminds me of Danny Glover tellin' ya'll there ain't no other He don't spit hot bars him and his friends hop bars Personality rock star, slash mactavist after this I'm gonna sit and think about what I learned I can still hear his voice and smell the Budda he burned He said 'earn respect, learn to respect and you'll succeed' True indeed man I gave him a pound he said he'd break it down and sell it How you like him now?