It's like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
It's like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
It's like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
Dee, creep to the mic like a phantom
Well, I'm peeping, and I'm creeping, and I'm creeping
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beeping
Now, it's time for me to make my impression felt
So, sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some old funky shit