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Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris 
You're Eating Crazy Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris 
You Know I Get Fly You Think I Get High 
You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why 
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing 
The Reason That You're Smiling or Wilding 
So Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down 
Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down 
Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide 
When I Get On I Like To Ride And Glide 
I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all 
I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All 
So What'cha Want 
I get So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt 
I said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh? 
You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes 
 
Yeh, You Can't Front On That 
 
Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man 
I'm Like Spoonie Gee Well I'm The Metropolitician 
You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala 
But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar 
But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping  
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping 
Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall 
Well I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting Call 
Well It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride 
With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By 
Believe Me What You See Is What You Get 
And You See Me I'm Coming Off As You Can Bet 
Well I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time 
This Time I'm Losing My Mind 
That's Right, Said I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time 
This Time I'm Losing My Mind 
 
Yeh, You Can't Front On That 
 
But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About 
I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About 
But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise 
I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize 
Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All 
I Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The Wall 
I said What'cha Want 
Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce 
So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount 
See I'm The Long Leaner Vincent The Cleaner 
I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena 
I'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce 
You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause 
Well If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than Grease 
I've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach 
 
You Can't Front On That 
So What'cha Want