Pump It Up - Nice & Smooth

When I was small, I used to hop the train

Vision of gifted teen flowing through my brain

Electricity, high octane

Gotta be insane in order to be sane

Acceleration, hydroplane

Greg Nice, the flyest co-colo to go solo

Bought a string of polo ponies so I could play polo

Benetton, yeah, you like my style

Let your hair down and let’s get buckwild

More fluffer than a Fluffernutter, creamer than butter

No need to stutter—a whatta whatta whatta

Three pins left, I hope I don’t gutter

I’m hitting more skins than Oh Calcutta

(«Pump it up») *scratched*

Pre-destination, concentration

Leads to a physical manifestation

A house cannot be built on a weak foundation

Strong and I move with motivation

Long is my continual lyric flow

And my brain contains memory info

Protons, neutrons, cells and membranes

Molecules are the tools that I in-frame

So you can get a vision, a visual picture

One, two, three, a consecutive mixture

Solids, liquids, gas creates matter

You bite my rhymes?

Well, I’m flattered

Impeccable, my rhymes are respectable

Inspectable but never neglectable

Biteable, ‘cause even the best did

But you can’t check me ‘cause this ain’t chess, kid

Splendid but don’t get offended

My rhymes are vibrant, brilliant, blended

(«Pump it up») *scratched*