I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

It's goin' on

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?

Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?

Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay

I be the five foot seven residing at the mecca

Rest address in south section

Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass

Back in '86

Easy with the chicks, I was a chocolate boy

Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella

Walking mega-trife streets to the subway where I lay

'Til the train stop, then a **** hop

Used to do the pop dance to the Planet Rock

At the block party everybody jocked, who me?

It's the MC sucka **** envy

I got my contract in 1993 and I shall proceed

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

It's goin' down baby

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon

Break a lyrical hymn off the stem like boom

I'm flyer when I'm higher, put my shit up on a tomb

That **** represented on the twenty eighth of June

I'm representing Philly on the twenty eighth of June

I can make you feel that I'm a surreal cartoon

With my pistol in the face of hip hop stick it for papes

Because I'm on a paper chase I'm on a paper chase

My Timberlands are fully laced, I be the Mr. Boogeyman

With records from a hundred twenty fifth to Japan

I let them play like Donny Hathaway and shake a hand, shake a hand

Your lady tried to kick you, but I couldn't play my man

My **** is my ****, ya she didn't understand

I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan, just think

Just think, what?

What if you could just, just blink, what?

Just blink yourself away

As I proceed

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

Malik B get on the mic yo, there's too much on my mind

Say what?

Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind

Johnny on the spot got the rhythm and the rhyme

Fucking with The Roots, you know them **** is the dime

I can make the hundred yard line start to dash

I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash

I can make Conan and The Titans clash

And I could make Metallica and Guns N' Roses thrash

Used to smash crash parties like I was disturbed

Used to make plots against the herringbone herb

But now all I do is disperse the verb

And like a nerd I can make you say, he's superb

Worded perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret

I move styles like bowels so now you know I'm worth it

Direct from Philly the lands where **** scheme

So you know I got that sheen in my gleam

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic