On Arrival

Yeah, ayo, me and Vast aire Chillin' up in this factory

Knittin', rappin', spittin' when this bad chick was tappin' me

Exactly in back of me, I turned around and asked her for her ash tribute

She told me Daphne, like Rakim, Mahogany, my Fifi

I told her I was from BK, they called me KB But lately, got strange feelings like Jodeci

Mommy, was it my diplomacy that made you notice me

No, it's that walk, black, two-step, cute Ninety degrees, rock wallopies and sweatsuits

Shootin', just get loose, kettle on my metal, son

Rock out until the devil come loose

Up for sun of the morning, watch summer be yawnin

Ready or not, like the Fugees out the club, we scorin

Never for sport and play, but the guards be ballin

De-illusion, phonin', the guards be callin', like

Step to the rear, Kenyattah Black, it's all a rivalry

Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs of survival

Cats used to call me vital, then Vayatollah

Khomeini, the private soldier, you blame me, but then it's over

Step to the rear, Kenyattah Black, it's all a rivalry

Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs of survival

Cats used to call me vital, then Vayatollah

Khomeini, the private soldier, you blame me, but then it's over

The crowd don't have patience for procrastination

I crowdsurf, chefs for my crowd participation

Now the UB Nation, live and direct

E-F-F-E-C-T in full effect

So I step to the rear, Kenyatta Black, it's all a rivalry

The crowd is loud like a minister with his Bible

I'm vital, Vayatollah, the title holder

Competition is none, I'm the sole controller

I told you, Daphne, the chick in back of me

Meet me later back at the stage, except for Thackeray's

Happen to be no time before showtime

I heard my name called to the stage, then it's go time

Go, go, gadget rhymes, I use classic rhymes

I pass the time with master lines

The crowd screams for more, then I scream encore

I tell them how many A's I got left for a tour

Step to the rear, Kenyattah Black, it's all a rivalry

Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs of survival

Cats used to call me vital, then Vayatollah Khomeini

The private soldier, you play me, but then it's over

Step to the rear, Kenyattah Black, it's all a rivalry

Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs of survival

Cats used to call me vital, then

Vayatollah Khomeini

The private soldier, you play me, but then it's over

Step to the rear, Kenyattah Black, it's all a rivalry

Step to the rear, Kenyattah Black, is on arrival

Is on arrival

It would take long

It would take long