Gotta Have It

Uhh, yeah yeah

Bout to set it off one time

For them cats that be buggin'

Ha, Clark Kent

What the deal?

Group Home, Parkside (What it is, what it is)

Wild Man, rest in peace Ant La, Blue La

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you

I'm sicker than any **** that's been admitted to Bellevue

The rhymes I was born to, a venom, my strongest strength

My pen is like a weapon when I hold it at arm's length

With key to all's consent

I represent over tracks from Clark Kent

With some supervision from Superman, I get stupid, man

You open off the verbal aerobics

I was in a Parkside state of mind when I wrote it

I'm the dopest, when it comes to this one

I'm invisible to your third eye

You need a fourth or a fifth one

Maybe even a sixth one

Keep a big infrared on the big gun

For pinpoint accuracy to hit one

Never miss, the professional specialist

Remember this, the name A-Plus is synonymous with excellence

Don't forget that, before I have to get the click clack

Give you a wet back

Believe me, it'll be a major setback

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yeah)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Uh)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)

Take that, take that, take that, playboy

Ayo, I heard some kids puttin' my name in they childish rhymes

As if I ain't 'bout it 'bout it enough to handle mine

You little boys pushed me past the point of bein' annoyed

I'll destroy every rapper on the eastern seaboard

Just to get you, I take some steroids, turn into a werewolf

Jump in the ring and bite your goddamn ear off

If the combat is hand-to-hand, I bang a man

Goin' bananas, man, like an angry orangutan

Double my rhyme walk factor to talk factor

Manufacture the data, here on after for all rappers

Per capita, you get smashed with the speed of the comic book character

Flash Gordon with verbal form that's spectacular

Hear you in the back of the audience screamin'

Like you wanna enter this tournament

Come on, bring it on and prepare to get manslaughtered

With deadly force, and my style is causin' nausea

Like the scorpion poison

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yeah)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)

Take that, take that, take that, A-Plus

A-Plus, I gotta be hip hop's youngest monstrosity

'Cause there isn't anyone under twenty-one that can rock me

You feelin' this, forty-eight track ventriloquist

The astrophysicist passin' out the class syllabus

Just imagine if I rip your crew into fragments

Destroy the evidence so nobody'll know what happened

Walkin' through the neighborhood full of dead men

Doin' headspins, pickin' 'em up like Redman

Lyrically modified to kick the hottest rhyme

At the drop of a dime, I limbo below the bottom line

Kickin' tight rhymes, send Method Man to another lifetime

Keep Erica all to myself 'cause I like dimes

Radiation from the bright shine meltin' MC's with hype lines

'Cause I'm very selfish with my mic time

When I recite mine, my rhymes explode like a pipe bomb

Nobody in they right or they left mind can test mine

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)

Take that, take that, take that, A-Plus

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yeah)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)

So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)

Take that, take that, take that, Clark Kent