Think I Am (feat. Big Daddy Kane & MF Doom)

Check
 Check, check
 Yeah
 Look fam', you could be the man
 Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan
 I'm not blind, I can see the scam
 You talk tough, but y'all a bunch of girls like the Cheetah band
 I'm a leader and, you a follower
 Your goal hollow and your ho' was a swallower
 She put it down like a report
 But her box smell like South Street Seaport
 What a odor black, in fact
 When I got her in the sack jack boy, I couldn't hold her back
 'Cause her bottom is, thick like a hippopotamus
 Tramp stamp on her lower back
 See, I know the facts, the hoe filled me in
 Her best friend is a twin named Lillian
 I'm going really in, I'm really going in
 Foul, I bust on that towel that you're throwing in (throwing in...)
 Big up Ace, I'm glad I had a chance to flow with him
 Just last summer, me and my mans did a show with him
 In Montreux, hit the stage, I'm like, "Go get 'em"
 Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm
 Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point
 They did Jeep ass nigga, I'm like, "That's the joint"
 Some old school heads remember who was who
 Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew
 Before the master left the stage from doing the do
 Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru
 First time I met the brother, felt like I knew him forever
 Too clever, album dedicated to his mother
 I thought of mine at the same time, we're growing up
 I know they're proud of the baby boys, we're blowing up
 Only got one, won't ever forget her
 Make sure you let her know you love her when you with the kisser