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Get up everybody, it's time to okay
Greg Nice is on the mic no delay
Get up everybody, time to sway okay
Greg is on the mic with no delay

She, said, her name was
I said, "Yo Lola,
Suave bola,
Saudi Arabia,
My Rolex is run by solar"

Get down, my mic technique
Let's freak, let's freak, freak to the beat
Checks get at the end of the weak
C'mon, Deck the Halls skins and party
Gainin' weight I do eat hearty
When I get tipsy I drink Bacardi
Greg Nice, I'm here, ghost

I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the

Uncle Fester, the baldhead
Not me, the Minister, the mic
arrest a G, doin' ill deeds
Took a hoe to out the weeds
Droppin' G, the case is to hobos
the bobo, chewin' on a Rolo

Ain't a Volvo with no paid
Sippin' cocoa and up momos
Fee fie foe fum I awake drums
The buns ain't mack cause your hums
No Funky Drummer loser pass

But you stop the Humrush hummings
Like Roto layin' pipes like a plumber
Nice and 'cause three's a prime number
I go brick church buildin' I'm sleepin'
So flip off my tip, I rip the mic

I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the

I praise the Lord that I'm no longer a
Kiss my daughter goodnight, then I light a white
And sit back and
Evaluate,
'Cause I have to be here, on wax
Unveling a with proof of all facts

'Cause in my I see the life of many others
Various of colors, sisters, brothers
And once my soul leaves my shell
I believe to receive a new
Of some concious subconcious

Chose by few on the positive
A man is judged by the of his heart
So who's to say who's dumb and smart?
Aiyyo Serch, I came to you speak
(What up?)
Get on the mic and flaunt your microphone

I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm on the

Watch me shine till it's time for
I had a scuffle with a kid it only one round
I got a girl so there's no to sex a hoe
But I gas 'em up just like they're at
Ring goes my phone, so I it up and say, what up?

Somebody's flippin', so I tell him to up
We'd use a F word, but Ice got the copyright
So I'll make it, "Funky For You" with Nice
And his partner B
the Superbowl, just for Bud Bowl III

Then I watch 'Living Colour' 'cause Homey play dat
like my honey in my crib and it'll stay that way
The equality
You like it then you're gonna join the Dead Poet's Society
Try to flip on what this speaks
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