Come check us out We're two stereo bean poles
You say that you don't know but your Pinocchio nose grows
We're wanton juxtaposers any style that you like
Goes right into the mix, when we style on the Mic.
We're analytical - ain't that political And Yo,
We step up to the mic subject to ridicule
we're meticulous - ain't that ridiculous
We're in all 7 seas we're mobydickulous.
Well it's the hot chocolate kid from the 514
But now Brooklyn is the borough when I step out my door
We be All-City champions from Boogie Down to Staten
Full throttle out the bottle like the genie in Aladdin.
I arrive get live satisfy the curious,
as I sing a song of sixpence that leave you all delirious.
A hallucinogenic my phonetics get frenetic when I said it
my hyperbole is hyper, my energy kinetic

I'm a creature, of my surroundings, or more likely of the creatures that surround me.
I live with rats and roaches swallowed whole like Jonas
I spent my rent so I road train coaches
Across the bridges to emigrate from 212 to 718
Who's its what's itz I does this cause I love this,
I run right through the hole getting hard like Dick Butkis