Ha ha ha ha, you don't stop

You keep on and you don't stop

You can't front on that

To the S-K-B, you don't stop

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris

You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris

You know I get fly, you think I get high

You know that I'm gone and I'mma tell you all why

So tell me who are you dissin', maybe I'm missin'

The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen

In my head, I just want to take 'em down

Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mud-slide

When I get on, I like to ride and glide

I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all

I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all

So what'cha, so what'cha, so what'cha want? ('cha want?)

I get so funny with the money that you flaunt

I said, "Where'd you get your information from, huh?

You think that you can front when revelation comes?"

Well, they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man

I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the metropolitician

You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala

But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowin' without no stoppin'

Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi Whip toppin'

Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall

Well, I'll be calling out to people like a casting call

Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride

With your know, with your flow, when you're out getting by

Believe me, what you see is what you get

And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet

Well, I think I'm losing my mind, this time

This time I'm losing my mind, that's right

I said I think I'm losing my mind, this time

This time, I'm losing my mind

I said so what'cha, so what'cha, so what'cha want (so what'cha want)

But little do you know about something that I talk about

I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walkabout

But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise

Got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all

I want you off the wall, if you're playing the wall

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce

So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount

See, I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner

I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce

You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause

But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease

I've got news for your crews, you'll be sucking like a leech

I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

I got the big brown boots

When you wanna get kicked like a rhyme

From the heart and the mind

There was a time when the blunt got licked

I take a hit of the weed and then blew a smoke screen

No Visine just a little, Afro-Sheen

And a High Times magazine

I like to smoke y'all, but the pigs come sweating

They like the smell of the weed that I'm smoking

They can't have none of the number one sess-stash

So keep your hands off the hash

Don't act rash, cause if you move too fast

I'll pull out my gat and blast your sorry ass

And you can kiss my ass, haha

That was the "M" to the "I" to the "K" to the "E" to the "D", y'all