"Lookin' for My Dimepiece"
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Lookin for My Dimepiece (Track # 1) Underground hip hop is how I made my start Flowin straight from the heart not another pop tart Smart like Doogie Howser I can see through your smoke screen Oil slick Organ Donor Boy wheres your spleen Or your liver, your caregiver, your undertaker, your lifesaver Whats the flava that you favor? Its sharp like a razor Its sharp like Shannon, smooth like Dannon Snappin photos like Cannon, throwin passes like Rich Gannon Or Culpepper, his name is Dante and he got more pull than Harry Belafonte Jim Carrey is kinda scary when he puts on that mask I used to swig from the flask but now I bask in the wealth I dont have The Rock wrecked shop in Hangin Tall (Walkin Tall) Not from Kingston like the one Sean Paul Just Give me the Mic and Pass the Dough Or Take Two Pulls and Say Really Doe. {You Never Heard of Satish Dat Beast} {I Be Dat Clean-Cut Brother Lookin for My Dimepiece} (3X) Verse two, I bounce back like rubber and double dribble The threat is triple, like Mr. Whipple Bounty is The quicker picker upper, its smooth like tupper ware And I dare you to even claim whos tighter Like Toby Maguire call me Spiderman, cause Im amazing You cant phase me, Youre too lazy, Pull a hat-trick Like Patrick cause youre ghost like Swayze Not even Ray Charles can see me, I make you wonder like Stevie A Foxx like Jamie from the mountains of the Allegheny Got brothers on the run like Colin Farrell in S.W.A.T. Bahama Breeze is the name of my hangout spot Not from Nassau, but my pops is Trini not from Tobago Hip hop without me is like pasta sauce without tomatoes Hailing from the one town they call Port-of-Spain And ya know my lyrical drops is like candy-coated rain {You Never Heard of Satish Dat Beast} {I Be Dat Clean-Cut Brother Lookin for My Dimepiece} (3X) Last verse, I never curse like Roc-a-Fella But take shelter cause its hotter than the summer But never slumber unless youre dumber than a plumber Bangin on pipes to Wong Foo like Wesley Snipes Growin like grapes and its ripe for the taste Bacardi Limon and cranberry to toast 1st album went platinum I brag and I boast Thats right I boast Call up my cousin, He gots the hookup for the lovin A cinnamon honey is what I need, Call it greed Women make me bleed from the pocket and eye socket The court docket, I went to law school But I want to rip the rhymes like Ja Rule Its cooler than an Arctic Blast and I got more class Than Rob Lowe, keep the West Coast crunk in my stereo {You Never Heard of Satish Dat Beast} {I Be Dat Clean-Cut Brother Lookin for My Dimepiece} (3X)