Watch Out - De La Soul, Jose "Perico" Hernandez

Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild

Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile

When you enterin' the realm

You find me at the helm

Still standin' like abandoned buildings

In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex

Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts

Deep like Barry White’s throat box

I bet you those cops mix

Double high tower my power grants me the chicks

The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar

You wanna see it no matter who you are

Yeah I’m bound to ground you like that

Put they ass on a mound and duce em' to a baseball

Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex

Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft

Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty

New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings

Do it for the love of the art and the childrens

And throw paper machet inside of ya models

See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive

Allergic to ya sperm broke hives

Concerned about ya; ife when ya down eight lives

Top of the night I’m up in queens like ah yeah

ducin' ducin' to you Dave

Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint

Cabaret artist I’ll two piece ya tray

If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent

Touch her till her back indents

Wrap it extra strength

Run a lap on her calculatin' the length

Holdin' mics tighter than hymens

Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven

Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack

Pa