On and On

I am the one they call the G the R the A the P and

I didn't write this, it's comin' off the top of the dome

So what you wanna do

And what you wanna go home

And tell your mama that I'm one with all the mad drama

Yes, I was causin' the movies on 125th street

I bust all the honey dips, it was Harlem week

It was goin' on, the place to be

It's me, the capital of rap G-R-A-P

In the place to be with my man Pete Rock and CL Smooth

Gots to bust a groove as the people begin to move

And get on the dance floor

Got to move the funky, stinkin', little whores

And all the hoods and all the punks, and all the suckers

What the **** I got stupid ****

On my ****

What the****, I rock the mic so quick

With Adolfo, in the place to be

And my man Ross is right in back of me

Rob O, good to go, I got's the f-l-o-w and that spells flow

With Chris Champ, and what's up, I'm about to get amped

On top of a mic and I'ma set an example

'Cause I pull, I got the honey dips, so what's up, my tank is full

Of sperm, I'm ready to bust a nut

What's up Pete Rock, come get on the cut

Rock to the beat, get wrecked on the regular

Listen to me because I cause mass hysteria

Peace

The night cap was exiled, steadily profiled

As the underachievin', non-believin'

Can't stand the reason

Where's your daddy, boy

They categorize a drinker

Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger

They label me a problem child who can't cope

Hangin' by a thread, yes, a very thin rope

Inevitably, can never be the man, can I tell ya?

Visualize and memorize him in a cellar

He jolly-ho, pip pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit

My father lookin' like he wanna bust my lip

But that was never good for my health

So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself

Now when I look at the man in the mirror

I see things much more clearer, my Lord

I'm not that popular, less than a dollar

But the pingo I pack can make you holla

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

I said what you don't know can make a whole new world, man

Listen, I'm sent to sabotage premonition

Your propaganda, crooked type of version

But some of the things I bring

Your'e a babblin', odd person

And better than my character

Rebel nostalgia

Uncommon valor who'd rather

Have no man-made religional sect

But try to believe what you can see, maybe half correct

I shouldn't laugh to show a path in sight

'Cause a man that can't treat you right, can't teach you right

In front of your eyes, what a surprise

And let the nature rise

Just for the girls and the guys

If I slam a jammer when you wear a bandana

Peace to Pop Dukes and long live Nana

The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm

Together, forever, yes G we got it goin' on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

Internal affairs flippin' Hollywood Squares

In search of the Mecca, many travel in pairs

Walk the slave ships of Sodom and Gomorra

To support a short order when I frequent on the corner

Five-O cruisin', decide to pull you over

Beefin', where's the coke? I said, a six pack of soda?

The rookie's lookin' thirsty, but everything's mental

A baseball bat to smack Shirley in the temple

You greet to meet the maker so I yell, Hail Mary's

And flew that head to hit The House on the Prairie

But the past can never chose my future correctly

I found the greatest source directly

On and on, keep in on your chant the

Bopping simonize, pulling you clockwise, jammie

To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dapple, for the wise I dip

Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree

I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity

Yes my little chickadee ready to float with me

Never the less I bless, follow me and see

Predominantly, CL'll be All in the Family

God bless Marky Black know we go way back

The lyrics I crack is like a needle in a haystack

CL and Pete Rock smooth like Don Perignon

Never torn, word is born, we got it goin' on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

On and on, and on (On and on, and on, and on)

On and on, and on

On and on, and on

On and on, and on...