[Intro]
Uh uh uh uh
Yeah yeah, check the level yo
Yeah yeah, and you don't know
Yeah yeah, it's the masters
Yeah yeah, King Sun yo
Yeah yeah, ride music yo
Yeah yeah, uptown yo
Yeah yeah, Boogie Down yo
[Verse 1]
Uh
Niggas is kicking it, wicked just like six
Wicked witches and devil bitches, this time I start feeling itches
With the bodies of the John Gotti wannabes, I chop shit up
Like I would for [?]
Finger-licking chicken rappers cackle, my rhyme is a shackle
Before the mic, I make it holy like it's tabernacle
You can spit yours, I rip yours [?]
Dismiss it, cap it like a 40 then I twist it
[?]
Now quit yapping, cause ain't nobody clapping for that shit you call rapping
I gave birth to the rhyme like earth
You might be three million miles from my style, so that's worth
Nada
Check-boom, I break your back bone
Light up yo whole crew like a [?]
Before I [?] I will open yo eyes to the Boogie Down
Of the Bronx
So recognize this shit is not about the glamour
But I am a valedictorian, you ain't got nothing for me
You need to quit rhyming and be like me, yo
It's like I said, these niggas don't know the steelo
[Hook]
You don't know my steelo, you don't my style
Gun hill niggas will get you right now
You don't know my steelo, you don't my style
One or two niggas 'll get you right now
[Verse 2]
How can I can myself the jeweler? -That's a good question
I drop jewels on fools and be checking 'em with lessons
Lyrically dope when I'm rhyming, I could cut glass like a diamond
In between to break like a hymen
I’m climbing the charts like a mountain in my Timberlands
But I remember when, it was around December in 86
When I kicked down the doors
I know they heard me knocking, but I had to make sure
Now I’m in, and certain crabs wanted the jeweler out
Talkin’ about they can fuck with me, I doubt
My skills work as a shield to protect, girls never reject
Real niggas respect
It takes real to know real, well that much is true
And this is probably the reason I don’t know
They say the [?]
Oh well, another duel from the je-wel
That’s why I call myself the jeweler on some city shit
I’m dropping jewels on you fools and you idiots
I got the free-throw cause I got foul
You niggas don’t know my steelo and you still don’t know my style
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now get me
For you to get my steelo, you should be analyzing
But don’t find it surprising that your girl is fantasizing
Wondering, why she’s with some blundering sucka
When she could be with the jeweler, big yellow motherfucka
I’m 6 foot 7, a tree with all the trimming
Not even a gynecologist has seen as many women
Not always for the sex, sometimes it’s the company
You need to quit stressing her, cause she ain’t humping me
But if she was, she would not be denying it
I only got truth for them youth, got no lyin shit
[?] beyond capacity
You got the audacity, you think you rhyming after me
That’s blasphemy
When I finish it’s diminished like an earthquake
7-point-5 on the Richter make the earth shake
You clear this area, disaster-ed
My style can’t be mastered by none of these new jacks rap bastards
Fuck a million records sold, fuck [?]
I like to battle rappers face to face, while looking at them
I’m even iller than [?], but you figgy-wiggy
I know you picked me, cause you wanna eat me like a pigmy
I never take a dive from the five, cause I’m righteous
I touch your jacket, it turns to gold like I would be King Midas
The [?] is moving hazardous to juveniles
You’re too young to know my steelo, so whack you know my style
[Hook]
