Come on, yeah
  
  Yo I'm from L I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida
  
  Microphone is mobile
  Holding mic's is slow while I be just day dreaming
  Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to
  fronts
  Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk,
  baby
  I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
  Hang like parachutes, I've been floating for years
  Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers
  One beer, two beers, I got the gift like Santa
  I go from NY to DC, and down to Atlanta
  Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellor
  What I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all
  the bass went
  When we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch
  Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch
  Who am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycle
  So we can finish up and flow in your fro (?)
  Word out
  
  This is called frozen style
  Shatter your teeth style
  Freeze like artic style y'all
  
  Come on
  Check it out
  I'm the P to the O to the S
  Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest
  So wear your vest, wiggle your thighs and your breast on
  Vanessa
  Had to sneak it cause my minds(?) kept me under pressure
  As the Sun appears to rise and set
  Some cats live for the hood cause it's as good as it gets
  But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker
  Three-hundred and sixty mile to the P H
  So I'm balanced, not a fella to fall
  Connecting the dots, I got two propellors in all
  Went from ghetto to the metal
  Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not
  Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game
  Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame
  Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life
  It's too late to get of, to get off
  
  We in the house y'all, we in the house y'all
  We about to get evicted, there ain't no lights or liquid
  The bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid
  Cause we partied too much cause that's my family's trade
  Envited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed
  They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the
  fade
  Side back to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid
  And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard
  played
  
  (talking in backround)
  
  Keeping funny with the Propellerheads y'all
  
  Now listen
  I'm here to usher the pain with no relief
  But still get the "Great Scott, are you a thief?"
  "Seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." records
  Sorry for that, platinum plat soon to come
  Till then propellor got me working the drum
  For a three(?) to notify the five O for the fumble
  I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out
  How you want it, I got it -- Oh Yeah?