(718) Check us out - we're two stereo bean poles You say that you don't know, but your Pinocchio nose grows We’re wanton juxtaposers - any style that you like Goes right into the mix when we style on the mic We're analytical - ain’t that political We step up to the mic subject to ridicule We’re meticulous - ain't that ridiculous We’re in all seven seas we’re Moby Dickulous We were living (212) now living (718) It's the hot chocolate kid from the (514) But now Brooklyn is the borough when I step out my door We be All-City Champions from Boogie Down to Staten Full throttle out the bottle like the genie in Aladdin I arrive, get live, and satisfy curious As I sing a song of six pence leave you all delirious Hallucinogenic, my phonetics get frenetic when I set it My hyperbole is hyper, my energy kinetic I’m a creature of my surroundings Or more likely of the creatures that surround me I live with rats and roaches, swallowed whole like Jonas I spent my rent so I rode train coaches Across the bridge to emigrate From (212) to (718) Whositz? Whatsitz? I does this 'cause I love this I run right through the hole hitting hard like Dick Butkus <====