[Verse 1] Sometimes I just sit and think About how good it is to let the dishes stack up in the kitchen sink Sponge in hand I'll let the water run Soap blender Break dish and break another one You like my records here's another one See I got a long list of long plays and now it's a longer one Hard working when I'm up late On the midnight ramble tip finding a sample to truncate I like to keep the tracks in a rough state and let the grizzle throb like 20 Jazz Funk breaks And as far as this sh** I got enough tapes in if you wanna beat I got one if you got enough papes Matter of fact I got three or four, five six And I'm all up in the mix of the [?] sort And I'm the main mayne from Maine to the Pacific Shore sh** if you don't love to rip it what you rippin' for [Hook] Smoke Dank Ink Think Tank [Verse 2] My mic sound nice but my beat nicer I got heat like the heat miser I'm an elite writer And if the sh** could ever be tighter Then it would probably be a felony to touch it you pedophiler But I'm a sceno piler, beat maker I do my own sh** I'm not trying to be a scene saver Put my name in 3D like a screensaver Green laser major with the 1993 pager Connected to the hip and it be going off When I'm going off It's on every emcee producer that's flowing soft Cause I'm never not going harder I'ma throw it larger Critics say that I'm so bizarre (Well, you are) Big ears, Light skin I'm the rapper guy and the only emcee I feel is me and even that's a lie But now that my manic period is over I gotta start from scratch and re-learn the same sh** as I get older [Hook]