Chubb Rock - Some-O-Next sh** lyrics

Yes the configuration of the S on my chest Ripping the mic and take the best I guess Everybody knows I'm the winner not a sinner More punk rappers mon for dinner Slow sh** down the planet starts to Nova Step on the low key yo Pokey (you're over) The whole community doesn't have immunity Step to the motherf**in mic G, me Don't try to call your back up -- you shouldn't act up You made a lot of dough off my style that you racked up G so see these rhyming freebies -- ya lease Played out on posters and on past CD's Check history and hiss to me you sissy G My success was a Hardy Boy Mystery The bell rings things to sing and then I bring My P.O. to lockout at Chung King I'ma roll and roll no spliff You call yourself a rapper, you can't wrap gifts That you're gonna get fret cause your whippin Is gonna make you feel like you felt on Pitkin Avenue some girls was steady stabbing you Me and my boys across the street saying who Is that -- the kid is wack -- who got his back I mean I hope after I help you out buy my track The second cut hits the got the tempo up Yo Pokey how we gonna hit it -- what Or the noose will be hung if you sung on the skit Yo Pokey take it, Some-O-Next sh** Ricochet rabbit -- pushing ping If I wanna Luther Vandross it and sing I am the best And after the battle n***a clean up the mess Get ya broom and clean your wack a** tune And let me give you some advice motherf**er yo boom Wave em like this yo -- throw in the air Get your vocal chords and n***a prepare And if you like the tune and the sh** sound clear Please say something then oh yeah Oh motherf**er, my style goes round and crazy like the Bruckner Hard like Lerch, did a duet with Serch I'm a Christian so I'll see Maxi Priest in church And he'll give me the blessing to continue this skit Yo Poket drop the sh**, it's Some-O-Next sh**