Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm, I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms. You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.
Wake up: all of that 'crack in the street' talk? It's made up, like 'Jack and the Beanstalk.'
The hip-hop that we grew up on is dead to a certain degree. I'm trying to keep it alive though, it's alive in the underground, but don't nobody know about it.
Oh, you a E head, oh, you a weed head I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dread
Heltah Skeltah-meets-Portishead would be like the Brand New Heavies Hip Hop album, something like that. That's dope, word.
