The Rapsody (In J Minor)

(The j)
[VERSE 1]
Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever
Back to the roots, hip-hop double head-up
Red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen
Yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon
[Sweeny tarts] slice up a slip throat
Livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat
Masterful moves on a microphone endeavour
Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam - ah em, S-S-Sever
Bless you [for the butter] tissue
Blowin like breeze [ ] on an iglu
President [ ] got the big bags
([ ]) do your head like a doo-rag
Clockin mad dough every time that you seen us
Go with the flow like [ ] *****
Peep your move, but thats no haps , bee
Youre ridin on my ***** in a rapsody
[VERSE 2]
Back in 86 Rakim hit The Melody
Ever since then *******t jumped off steadily
Still counterfeits [ ] plus felony
When Im on the pavement people are tellin me
Yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical
Style, plus loops, loops quite suitable
Never half-step, neither semi-semi
I - I [ ] the professor, hes a swell guy
Wanna step to the drama over hit-and-run
Yo, youd be out before I say Jack Robinson
Swig it, not a biggot like Archibald Bunker
Six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her
Dunk ya like a [ ] then my head got (foamy)
Took her like the Japanese took over Sony
Lost in space with the [ ] Dr. Smith
I got Lyor Cohen sayin (I smell a hit)
Thats the record biz, yeah danger, danger
** ** with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya
Aint a rapsodyin blue, my crew is rollin deep
Constipated Monkeys odor hangin on 97th street
Got flavor, ill behaviour
Rich wont spin till the dough man pays ya
Hittin up hits like a symphony
The melody flows, rise to the rapsody
[VERSE 3]
The names Pete Nice - what, go twice
Like the 49er [ ] eatin Uncle Bens rice
Stuck together like a Siamese twin
Wont get jerked, just fill it to the rim
The R-i-c-h Daddy [ ]
If I [ ] chicken, then you call me the Colonel
How many beats could the Richie Rich chop
If the Daddy Rich could chop percussion?
Better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a cu*******on
So hop along, hop-hop-hop-hop-oh
Squeel like a pig for the mafia capo
Someone said Im a son of a gun
But hold upM hold up, who youre callin son?
I got a drum on my side, so I swagger
Smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her
High on a fly, yo, I caught a [ ] buzz
Amnesia - forgot where I was
So bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time
Like (ernest and) Julio I sip wine
Brewin up the tracks [have ya] like John Madden
Psychopathic, movin in a pattern
Like a serial killer on a move, see
Its time to move hips to the rapsody