The What - The Notorious B.I.G.

Got subjects locked in my cerebral cortex On Ampex tape I'm circulating like a vortex Check out my techs that use a synonym as inspect Mentally badgering emcees with my dialect When I inject memory cell motors retrospect To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect Directed live from the 2-1-2, 7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area Throughout borough to borough, state to state, world thorough wide I ride, driving mass tracks to genocide Verbal defender, the brain infiltrator Break and fracture a sucka emcee's "structal" delegator The pen and the pad and the microphone get blessed With Nest, with ease now how I digress Brothers are getting busy grabbing Teks while I apex Verbal backshots coming without the latex Watch the caption spin as the wax begin How I'm rapping in to hit the backspin Now end first verse in the blend Herbalise to Resource done done it again Chorus (2x) One of the three the Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d City to city (state to state) Borough to borough NYC to worldwide rock thorough See me and rhymes alike Tooth to picks Sides to kicks Chops to sticks Seas to sicks Hard Mr. Bricks Chest to Vicks Corruption to politics Sticks to stones Stones to sticks Not opposites flips Cheese to cakes Beefs to steaks Bones to breaks Decks to tapes Good food to plates Movies to dates Cities to states Odes to papes Shaking MCs off their mics like earth to quakes And now the hand of fate dealt me the higher intellect Connect verbs, dissect words down to lecterns W serves as the first repetition H lines and curves take second position A plays the third The fourth brings the T So hit two times so you get ummmmmmm One of the three Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d Chorus (2x) My verbal attacks react to mental stimulation I'm leaving gaping contusions caused by lyrical abrasion No pausing, no waiting I play the plus and starting to get in, shining like the sun Lyrical patterns double up on the one Like the name when expose the flame I combust like aerosol or kerosene contained Deaf ears turn the conversation severed I set it off like Lateef and getting Debted, forget it, it only happens because you let it I move, swift tongue sliced crews beheaded I said it again so let the repetition end Resource and Herbaliser in the blend Chorus (4x)

What she said "How come someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead And decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready" What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy could only be idiocy What she said was not For the job or lover that she never had What she read All heady books she'd sit and prophesize It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really, really open her eyes What she read All heady books she'd sit and prophesize It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really, really open her eyes What she said "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death And I need to cling to something!" What she said "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death And I need to cling to something!"