Intro:
   Gotta watch out for them critters
  
   I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4)
  
   Verse 1:
   I was born in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa,
   Catch knock my tape like beats (uh), I'm fresh as fruits,
   You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent
   You burn up you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit
   Got on big hoes at Freaknit, frequently your telling me
   Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in my pocket
   Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors
   Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear
   But I can't get us all in free (what?) it's just another case of that 2
   dollar MC
   I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you they wrinkled but to my they
   straight
   Now I'm straight are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
   I thought about it jack, and now I'm out of here
  
   Hook:
   "Maintain the rock"
   I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh "Don't stop
   the rock" (X4)
  
   Verse 2:
   I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
   I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent
   Theres A Few Good MC's the wack I'm giving code red
   Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party they be like
   "Go head, go head", cause I gots the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dickheads
   Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
   My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
   The fellas nod and the chicks dance
   While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants
   I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks
   I don't flash scratch, I gotta watch my back
   Now a days blacks don't know how to act, besides Larry Fishburn
   Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes, marks wanna test me because I test the mics
   I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
   Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
  
   Hook (X4)
  
   Verse 3:
   I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming
   And house more hoes then Spellman, worse unwelcome like James Johnston
   My brains sponcering speech on the mic, I'm like a Jackson
   Rappers I'm fondaling, they try to settle out of court
   But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork?
   I'll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought
   Cause I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em
   I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be apart of it
   Regardless of the odds of how hard
   It's been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them
   I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes
   But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
   And I got juice, and this niggas scared
   I'll F your head up, like the L.A. 4, when I flow for cash I got for broke
   like Mel for Moore
   Why should a male with a B8 get more then me?
   When Rashid got an MC degree, and a doctorine in rockin' shit I go to docs
   to get
   A fishwish with cheese, I don't mix with MCs, cause I just don't like the
   mother____
   But I'm still maintaining
  
   Hook