Improvin Da Groovin

(Wind it up, baby) [ VERSE 1: EST ] Knocker, don't ever try to clock the rocker Command a whole clan just like Shaka Can't stop the stylin when it's in effect If you're wet behind the ears, ock, ya stay damp Suckers oppose me soon as they hear me Dope stuff invites all kinds of theories But I eat up and have ate up all type of MC's Who couldn't quite write rhymes like these So tune your senses, make a consensus Of on the ball sentences written by ES Newsters cryin 'bout things so self-evident Only speak on issues that you know are relevant Or pertinent, rally with some structure Instead of blurtin out wild conjectures My knack the fact I'm black therefore I can adapt And gap ya with my rap as if I was fully strapped No need to watch your back, no need for sneak attack I'd rather be face to face when I wax Despite if ya hyped or psyched or comin right You fill me with no fright and will get bust tonight You'se a peon, been that way for eons Sayin the same weak rhyme ES got beyond Sure that you will find satisfaction Jackson In every line of mine and everything Chuck designed Hauntin ya so you'll never forget me Just like those who chose to roll with me Ultimately the result is for you bonkey Mh-hm, yeah, still on me like a monkey Way off the mark if you try to spark A little debate, ya crooked Holmes, set yaself straight I differentiate cause I'm the Unusual Don't you disillusion yourself, the deal is dealt Dig upon the Chuck Nice track, try to get with it To divide and conquer is the only way you benefit Like DJ Tat and Steady Boomin To get paid you must stay improvin da groovin [ VERSE 2: EST ] From inside of myself it's often the way I recite Usin lots of insight to shed a little bright light Cause after all you can't remain the same every time So I get new ways to rhyme Work dilligent, any piece of loose leaf I'm fillin it So I can be right to rock mics and be killin it Used to be they'd sneak in like two at a time But now everybody and they mom wanna rhyme The quality's lowly, some rely solely Upon their peers for the new ideas But not Sinister E, with it never shall be, see Cause I'm down with 3-D Seldom on a LP will everything be Hype and right till you wanna take flight To the Chumpy Chump, pick it up, burn the needle on it Cause you sort of can't stop rockin dances on it Chock-full of funky things to make you jump right on us The lyrics that be straight for your anus Come across the name 3-D, they can't explain us Spies on the inside always tryina drain us I can't slip, get whipped or be on somebody else tip So I gotta stay hip Tone, T, Black, Rock, Queed, can't forget my man Berton And on ya he put a hurtin Sy, Rod, Ice, Chuck Nice, DJ Wood, Cool C, T-a-t Boomin Steady, Killa Joe, what you know Baya-Atim, it seem never dread When what you're sayin is dead You gotta know the jam is in like Flynn And then my friend you won't have to pretend The boys from HP and Hilltop be bruisin Cheer me on stage and I'm improvin da groovin