Buck Foolish

Level three "Check me out" - Nice & Smooth 'Same Old Brand New' [Verse One: Ken Boogaloo] No need for introductions once Ken is clutching The mic and starts busting lines over percussions Temper tantrums lead to random temple touching Adrenaline rushing, Nextmen production Son it ain't nothing, for me to get up in The lab and write this with virgin tightness I know all my peoples from the urban like this Despite kid's herbs who got nerves to bite this My words are priceless and so decisive On point like an ice pick, you can't deny this I'm one of the livest kids who supply this Gift God provided so I decided To grab the mic like dynamite and ignite it The BK and UK together united We doing it up yo and I'm So Excited Like the Pointer Sisters and I just can't hide it [Scratch Hook] {x2} "Who kicks that" "Hot shit" "Boogaloo" "Stop, look and listen" - Rakim 'Follow Te Leader' "That's right" "Who kicks that" "Hot shit" "Boogaloo" "Stop, look and listen" "Check me out" [Verse Two: Ken Boogaloo] Target take an L, pick it out flick a photograph He do the knowledge but you still don't know the math Probably of fractions but still don't know the half Selling that bullshit my squad 'bout to close your ass For renovation we blow up on detonation You ain't ill man you just on medication But it's music, I got love and dedication While you steady breaking rules and regulations Faking moves like the Wrestling Federation I'm just waiting for my time while you cheddar chasing You impatient so you never gon' make nathan We be creating, in other words innovating Conversating over beats of ill combination Masterpiece that hits the streets and conquers nations Before I go I say "peace" to my congregation Chill y'all I gotta break like Gary Payton [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Ken Boogaloo] I'm dangerous like a nigga smoking angel dust With a flame to bust, [?] Because I remain untouched Mics I claim and flush and flow till my brain bust and blood rush My clever rhymes will even make the hardest thug blush And if he act up I leave him with his mugg crushed I must bust a verse or two to show you I'm versatile And if I curse at you then brother take it personal I'm straight up I'm vertical Boog' the merciful Go off the top like a convertible Kid I'm alerting you take shelter when I'm merking through Your neighborhood I'm inflammable so nobody blazing wood I'm just expressing myself the only way I could On the microphone displaying what I should Don't get it twist or misunderstood When you messing with the Nextmen and Ken Boog' [Scratch Hook]