I'm On - I.K.P.

No matter where I roll, I still ROCK

Undoubtedly keeping it real HOT

You know I keep it sicker than a pill BOX

Might have you heading for the hill TOP

Well do you know I’m ON???

ON!

ON!

Well do you know I’m ON???

ON!

ON!

What’chu uh-uh on?

I’m on that next shit

Light speed, 6 trillion miles a year shit

Doubtful that I could feel ya nearness

Even if the shadows of death were steering

If I’m cutting you up, it must be Caesarian

If I’m fucking you up, it must be venereal

If I’m burning you up, it must be ethereal

Or rather heavenly, like flows from Heather B

Fierce as a fire-breathing mermaid

Since I turned 8, back in the third grade

I been deeper than an ocean of secrets

Never watered down, hunger is seething

So — Fuck the phony scare tactics

I turn hearts black and skin whiter than Slavics

Call it ink-blot test madness

No bigotry, you can still get with me

Know why?

Perhaps, if you weren’t so mediocre

Perhaps the dead veterans would not roll over

Perhaps if they knew my technique, how I wreck it

Perhaps they will respect it, instead of talking reckless

Perhaps you gotta kill it, for it to be deaded

Perhaps, with skill, you could get some leverage

Perhaps you can’t best it; perhaps it’s time-tested

Perhaps your development is too arrested

Perhaps it is the law of entropy worth considering

For bringing us the internet and all the serendipitous coincidences

Perhaps probability increased by likelihood enhances our abilities

Perhaps we should heed Obama’s view, that —

Perhaps luck is opportunity

Met with prepararation

Perhaps instead of lengthy orations

Examples and experience make better education

There it is…

I don’t know what you on

But I’m uh-uh on

To g-g-grown to be in yo zone

That zone, talkin' bout how those hoes

That you claim love you even with no doe

And the same old clothes

Don’t you know, if the doe don’t grow

Then them hoes gon' stroll

Especially when you get old

Niggas with no goals

When them years unfold, if its nothing you hold

You are — setting yourself up for failure

Then you gotta suck it up like it was an inhaler

I would teach, but yall ain’t ready for my school

Yall ain’t ready for the tools

Yall just ready to be fools