U.S. Opening
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โฑ๏ธ 4:35 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Know the verse make ya bounce one time
Get the U.S. Open like golf with ya rhymes
(Who you is?)
Know the verse the like-minded minstrel
Distribute my rhymes siphon lyrics through my pencil
So hold on as I strike a pose like Kimbo
You can call me origami watch as I unfold
We went one time to when Jerry made curls
And ghetto blasters with TVs played Candy Girl
Exchanging with the kids on the Michael Jackson moves
A time of escalation went from zips to kangaroos
The crew tripped like landmines when yo first premiered
Though things look grim and paper thin through the years
I follow the leader the maker creator
The spirit's getting warmer than it is in Grenada
Me and the boys got ill with the clippers
Fiending for the parachute pants with 30 zippers
Factors of a seven Christ never gets slept
Rhyme a hole in the speaker pull the plug then we jet
Step through the door headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme
As this DJ ran it down the line
Bona fide get live one time
Get the U.S. Open like golf with ya rhymes
Bona fide original MC
Rapping bout the DJ who's down with me
On the fader he's greater and he's my man
As he's flipping up the wax with the steadiest hands
While the other DJs just stand and watch
While all the fly girls clock and jock
He's the beat creator human record player
Style originator scratch innovator
And he's not an imitator and he'll let you know
Transforming so def as he rocks the show
For the Factors the debonair microphones
With the master degrees on the M-I-Cs
Jump on that jump on that
Jump on that on that on that
C-O-F-B on the strength one time
Get the U.S. Open like golf with ya rhymes
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of agua
Jill saw it coming and jumped in the well
While Jack got bit by a Chihuahua
Now Jack was screaming like a little girl
In complete and utter pain
He shoulda watched his back before he got attacked
And joined Jill in the gutter man
In a way I blame Jill for not warning Jack
What was she thinking?
Just like a girl to save her own neck
And I think that's stinking
The moral of the story is simple and plain
You can read it like a book
When you choose a partner make sure she's got your back
Or your goose is cooked
Get the U.S. Open like golf with ya rhymes
(Who you is?)
Know the verse the like-minded minstrel
Distribute my rhymes siphon lyrics through my pencil
So hold on as I strike a pose like Kimbo
You can call me origami watch as I unfold
We went one time to when Jerry made curls
And ghetto blasters with TVs played Candy Girl
Exchanging with the kids on the Michael Jackson moves
A time of escalation went from zips to kangaroos
The crew tripped like landmines when yo first premiered
Though things look grim and paper thin through the years
I follow the leader the maker creator
The spirit's getting warmer than it is in Grenada
Me and the boys got ill with the clippers
Fiending for the parachute pants with 30 zippers
Factors of a seven Christ never gets slept
Rhyme a hole in the speaker pull the plug then we jet
Step through the door headed for the floor
The records he was mixing had me wanting some more
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme
As this DJ ran it down the line
Bona fide get live one time
Get the U.S. Open like golf with ya rhymes
Bona fide original MC
Rapping bout the DJ who's down with me
On the fader he's greater and he's my man
As he's flipping up the wax with the steadiest hands
While the other DJs just stand and watch
While all the fly girls clock and jock
He's the beat creator human record player
Style originator scratch innovator
And he's not an imitator and he'll let you know
Transforming so def as he rocks the show
For the Factors the debonair microphones
With the master degrees on the M-I-Cs
Jump on that jump on that
Jump on that on that on that
C-O-F-B on the strength one time
Get the U.S. Open like golf with ya rhymes
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of agua
Jill saw it coming and jumped in the well
While Jack got bit by a Chihuahua
Now Jack was screaming like a little girl
In complete and utter pain
He shoulda watched his back before he got attacked
And joined Jill in the gutter man
In a way I blame Jill for not warning Jack
What was she thinking?
Just like a girl to save her own neck
And I think that's stinking
The moral of the story is simple and plain
You can read it like a book
When you choose a partner make sure she's got your back
Or your goose is cooked