Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack

It's the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smack

to the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth

Cuz I'm gettin play all the way down South

And I got the dope, new, off...

...beat style, and you got beef well make stew

You hold the bowl and I'll do the pourin

Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and

Three little pigs made a song out of sand

The Big Bad Ase'll blow them rhymes down man

Cuz yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle Bill

But I run game like a carnival

Don't try to flex or you'll fall like September

Still got a posse just add another member

Lord D [the D stand for Digga

Rollin' Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]

Punks better slow down and check the speed limit

Get too much light and I'ma dim it

So yo bust the flex and turn in your text

to chapter four, and let me break down the law

I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick