Maybe, let ya hold me tight
I'm from Illtown, the town that throws the skill down
Never the jokers that spoke or the new clowns
Cheeks on the mic, lyrics make you frown
Chocolate thunder, never blunder, the skin's so brown
You're cruising for a bruising, I'm never losing
Win, lose or draw I break the rules in
You fell asleep on the track, wake up your snoozing
Contagious, my flow is outrageous you're drooling
My bars are locked down straight out of Shawshank
You get so excited I'll make you talk to Frank
Best of the best, I'm just being frank
Lyrical arsenal, blow you up like a tank
Boom boom down the street, intertwined with the beat
Make you wanna skank make you wanna move your feet
Today is the present, give a little treat
Have your minds fucked up from Africa to my street
Now you've found your type
Love me easy, compassionately, maybe
Now you've found your type
Love me with ease, compassionately, maybe
Maybe, let ya hold me tight
Always for you, for you, you, you
But what he know 'bout love
Feels like I'm addicted just might
I need more time with you, with you
Now you've found your type
Love me easy, compassionately, maybe
Now you've found your type
Love me with ease, compassionately, maybe
Maybe, let ya hold me tight
Maybe, let ya hold me tight