Hey, chimps, time to get out of control.

Sit back. Put everyone I got game to put you on so in for you to chew on. Check the rhythm that everyone I got flows that you could put ourselves out. He wants to go. I got verses. Plus I got verses. Always got to undergo. Bring nurses. Show you about bedside manner, slap off your head side, send your banana, old tight banana. Mana back with a slammer. Turn black pool Beach, Copa Cabana. I'm a spokesman. You're a joke and a spanner giving Nick smoke. You been smoke. Man's on tambourine and maraca systems, Chris and the speakers are black. Shaka, dem. Man shot my car straight from the counter.

So blow base. Take over your soul. It's out of control. Renegade business, so we patrol shows billion flows. If my bros sticking it on your toes, your bets go on your tip toes, giving it loads, but you better rock, picking your nose. I'm too cold for the freezer. Big Cheese squeeze of pizza, holding my CDs, like holding Mona Lisa and I get lean like pizza till I don't know where my keys are. I am the title holder, microphone soldier used to go pirate bag of vinyl on my shoulder. No, don't choke the promoter. Make a nice pose for the photo. All that I wrote is totally bodacious. So they know my face up in most places to the radio station to rotate this, and you know I'll be most gracious. It's out of control. So below base, take over your soul. This out control. Renegade business, so we patrol control. So blow base take over your soul. Control. Renegade business so we patrol you. You so below may take over your soul control. Control you.