9th Wonder (Blackitolism)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jazzy Joyce] Ah yeah Whole world MCs Who's slick? [Chorus: Doodlebug, Jazzy Joyce, (sample)] We lounge, stay phat, notice our G limp Our natural flair, with our fresh-ass hair Style baggy, out, clout, slick Creamy and fresh, East Coast to West Brooklyn ("Making money") Uptown ("Making money") To the Universal fam ("Making money") Old school MCs ("Making money") [Butterfly] I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year Myrtle Ave, A-train, got the pick in my hair And what? Sixteen joints later, still lounge Fresh, from Flatbush in my baggy boosted Guess Style is type ease, busted cami fatigues 50,000 leagues of Black, so wha'sshup? Can we avenue slide, player style, ghetto walk To the East, son, wow – Crooklyn, New York Creamy kids yell Smith and Wesson when I'm blessing The angular slang blow spots, bang—eleven Hanging like bats, 'cause the 12-inch wax say "Scorpio" And my hair say "'fro" And my blood say "bro" My clique say "Aiyyo" Make sparks from the barrel, mental pistol To the depths I dive, seems lunar like aqua The cool blast mega, we black, we wildflowers Scott La Rock had 'em all, I gots to ball And roll with little Panthers through these project halls The three-color flag can't hold my baggy sag 7-1-8 to Omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of deep classics Now glamor boys want to be triple phatted But I'm slicker this year I'm slicker this year [Bridge: Doodlebug & Butterfly] East born beast, cann'noid's on Lovely, all over the city In your tape deck, blasting 7R's in their phat fly sneakers And they camouflage [Refrain: Ladybug Mecca, sample] To the Hip-Hop nation – "Making money" To the mixtape crew – "Making money" To the West Coast – "Making money" To the Boogie Down Bronx – "Making money" [Verse 2: Doodlebug] I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan In five elements posture, take a B-boy stance With the gold front shining, baggy pants sagging This Brooklyn styling got the fly girls smiling But I'm climbing, finding new ways of rhyming Not living like a star, it's strictly 'bout surviving Diving, deep into the grooves of the ghetto This downtown flavor shines from many angles Yes, the notorious, with rhymes so glorious The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious Rappers be boring us, with rhymes so conventional Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional Lyrical skills of the insect in motion Coasting down Fulton with a bag of magic potion Now I'm rolling with the Seven And The Crescents Puffing some expression Manifesting today's lessons Stressing the fact that I'm solar, guaranteed to go far 'Cause the mind is interstellar Still peace like that, so have no fear But I'm slicker this year I'm slicker this year [Refrain: Ladybug Mecca] To the queens everywhere – "Making money" To the whole S.I. – "Making money" To the lumpen mass – "Making money" Don't forget about your peeps when ya... "Making money" [Verse 3: Ladybug Mecca] Now you see that I'm 68 inches above sea level 93 million miles above these devils Play me in the winter Play me in the summer Play me in the autumn Any order You want 'em I got 'em, dripping like water Catch me at a hot spot with the dust daughters We bouncing, moving within the true circles We played you, made you change, straight New York'ed you We stratify our wealth from my Luchi in the bank There's love amongst the ranks Now, I'm a–bout to beep my homegirl 'Cause we be alike A-alike, see alike, let's G alike [Outro: Ladybug Mecca, Jazzy Joyce] Jazzy Joyce – on the wheels Jazzy Joyce – no one smoother Jazzy Joyce – phatter than a '94 Land Cruiser Where you from? The Bronx, representing like whatever, pa! Cool, are you slicker this year? Yeah – watch