#3 on the Phone

Lyrics

Back to work, the time is now and not a minute later I got the microphone and one hand on the input fader Recognize the innovator. Blasting off from Nova Scotia Comatose. The trouble starts with double copies Soul Makossa Overdosing. Junkies pay the price and not a dollar cheeper I'm like a college teacher. Colleagues call me knowledge keeper My dancers are the famous Siamese twins called Chang and Ang Right hand, my hype man's a friggin' orangutan I'm eating rappers еvery day and never skip a mеal Illin'. Keep this out of reach of children when I rip the seal White knuckling. Buckle up. I grip the wheel I work it back and forth with tracking force. I got the whip appeal This is an official deal. Never broken. No conjecture Walk in hell. I'm rocking bells and setting off the smoke detector Hope you wear a throat protector. Hobos and my close relations Dirty filthy rotten and I'm guilty by association Richski. You can find me over the event horizon Past the point of no return. Like Captain Kirk, I'm enterprising Rappers need incentivizing, rhyming with the classroom dreamers Seminal. I'm cleaning house with chemicals and vacuum cleaners Still a fiend. Philistines. I send em to the guillotines It's paramount. They're about as spicy as vanilla beans Party rock. Hardy stock. Where I live it's cold and barren No comparing. Time machine, returning to the golden era Style is impetuous. I want your heart. I'm Alexander Down and dirty, underneath a rock, I'm like a salamander Cylinders are firing. Rewiring, no person shall Versatile. Inspiring since exiting the birth canal Worth your while. Violators fill me with seething anger Bust the facts. I recommend you read the book by Steven Hager Do not bend or fold. No compromise. I'm not succumbing Never in a million years. Back again. We're off and running