Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Yes, I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess Had a few things left to get up off of my chest Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu'Ran on it I fliped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul If I would've known that tonight was Ladie's Night I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand I'ma eat one more helping, then I'm, whiping my hands And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact That I walk in first class, have so much ladies gaspin for breath Tryin to catch me, with the ass and the chest I ain't tryin to be rude lady, I'm just passin a test Got enough hastle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques I'll take the compliment and pass on the sex We like Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out there