On The Jazz Tip

[Intro] Keep on and (ya don’t stop) Keep on and (and ya don’t stop) Keep on (and ya don’t stop) Keep on (and ya don’t stop) Keep on (and ya don’t stop) Keep on (and ya don’t stop) Keep on (and ya don’t stop) Keep on (and ya don’t stop) [Verse 1: Whiz One] Stable and able, willing and ready To plug ya in, pick up and rock steady So without hesitation or further ado I’ll open this with a spin and begin to Dedicate this to those who said That I couldn’t make it But see, they never dreamed I would take this device Recite out facts, life’s concise Precise, get nice and entice you with the raw To move without a carrot or Standing tall, saying (Oh, yes yes y’all) ‘Cause I’m the tantalizing, motorizing, hypnotizing Never ever plagiarizing, just verbalizing, harmonizing Son of a gun that’s only begun to get dumb Letting lyrics dip and roll off the tip of my tongue Yes, I’ve come, to have a little fun The name is Whiz One the Sage (Yes, ay) Somewhat wise, undisguised, over-energized Brotha you see right before your eyes To gain wide enterprise and commence it intensely With substance, not nonsense Because the manifestation of my creation Is not just another illustration of frustration [Chorus] Can I say another rhyme? (Pass dat shit) Won’t take much time (Pass dat shit) I wanna go for mine (Pass dat shit) Well, who’s next in line? [Verse 2: Maestro Fresh Wes] MC M on the mic, and it ain’t really hard to figure It’s a fact that I’m Black but don’t consider me a nigga A Negro, maybe, and maybe I’ll save thee From my manslaughter, but I think you oughta just say ‘flee’ Take a hop, skip and a jump Because the bass from the speakers will knock you on your Rumpelstiltskin Dominique Wilkins still can slam dunkin’ donuts But I’ll make you runners to a groove that’s smoother Smoother than a lubricant or petroleum, it’s a mic I’m holding Insane funky rhymes with four friends of me Whiz One, Fat Joe, Mike GQ, and Diamond D In a place called Jazzy Jay Studio (Studio) And there’s no one in their right mind that would try to do me So slide to the side, and if you don’t, then you’ll be done in Not to mention this ‘cause I am one in a million, billion other lyricists Though they could hang but they can’t swing with this [Chorus] Can I say another rhyme? (Pass dat shit) Won’t take much time (A yo, pass dat shit) I wanna go for mine (Just pass dat shit) Well, who’s next in line? [Verse 3: Mike GQ] Let me get open (Open), open like a fresh wound And if you wondered, you’ll know who’s the best soon It’s the M-the Y-the K-the E-the L, and Rappers be yellin’ but their eyes I be swellin’ Smoke a party like a cigarette ‘Cause on the microphone, there ain’t a bigger nigga yet Rappers be thinkin’ they’re dope but they lucked up Step to Mykel, you cold got it fucked up They try to flow, so on the real tip, they skidded on Kill the lah lah, you just get shitted on Now G, see if you can get with The funky style they couldn’t catch with a catcher’s mitt I got the styles, the styles that fly for miles The honey dips flip with them wantin’ to crowd the aisles I ain’t no joke, I’ll smoke a party in an instant And all you doo-doo MC’s, play me distant [Chorus] Can I say another rhyme? (Pass dat shit) Won’t take much time (Yo, pass dat shit) I wanna go for mine (Pass dat shit) Who’s next in line? [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Pass da shit, yo, I’m ready to flip Bust them lips and breakin’ niggas’ hips Fat Joe rules and that’s a fact And it’s about time that you heard me on wax I wanna thank God for Diamond D (Who the hell is he?) ‘Cause he was the only muthafucka who believed in me Enough for this record to be beggin’ for more What do you know, hops, I might go on tour It feels real great when I hear people clap And yo, I must be a hit like my man Dave Magadan Who played for the Mets, but I love the Jets, see When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet to your last cigarette Ha, I make the Glock jump for glory And yes, that was a phrase from West Side Story When I used to guess how deep it is Yo, I make music, but no, I’m not the Biz Funky fresh freestyle is what I’m giving Hard like a penis, that’s how I’m living (Come on) I got it going on Get so much sex I belong in porns And I get sleazy, deep down and dirty Cover me close ‘cause yo I love to get flirty I rock many, and I’m good and plenty When it was happy days, I used to freak Jenny Piccolo—now tell me if I’m bad, bro You heard from the man called Fat Joe [Chorus] Can I say another rhyme? (Pass dat shit) Won’t take much time (Pass dat shit) I wanna go for mine (Just pass dat shit) Well, who the fuck next in line? [Verse 5: Diamond D] A yo, my name is Diamond and the mic I’m the last to get ‘Cause you finally passed da shit And it’s about time ‘cause I couldn’t hold it in I knock simple muthafuckas over like a bowling pin In my spare time, I like to shoot billiards On my birthday, I got a shout from Willard Scott, who had beef with Bryant Gumbel Thanks PWL, I’m really humble That I had the chance to make a brotha dance to Beats we used to rock after jams, and man From the old school, used to watch the L Brothers Come home late and get beat down by my mother Who didn’t want me at the jams in the park And yo, that’s not the half of it, I even went to Catholic School, but hip-hop was still a friend Nagged my moms to buy me two B-10’s Yeah, I remember it well It was L and B, Rod, and Show and Tell But now it’s ’92 and I’m out for murder Possess more flavor than a Willie’s cheeseburger Play handball in the park with a Spalding Used to live downtown, now I’m up on Walton Put rhymes in shape just like Richard Simmons Swimming in women like Mike did to Givens I don’t throw stones, don’t live in a glass house When I’m 5000, I always give a last shout To my friends and my man with the Benz And his partner with the sterling, who sports a black Shearling During the winter, and just like Enter the Dragon See, I’m solo like Bolo Nickname Jo-Jo, used to go to a dojo (Well, what happened?) I fell in love with chocolate Roll-o’s [Outro: Diamond D + (Fat Joe)] Peace to my man Maestro, my man Fat Joe, Whiz One, and Mike GQ Diamond D saying ‘peace’ and I’m outta here like a mock neck (Pass dat shit)