[Intro] (One two) (Lunchtime) (Three four) (Crunchtime) [Verse 1] Lyrics that are spit to make rain turn to sunshine Hit 'em with the punchline catch 'em on the blindside F.L.A. to N.Y. make the day turn to nighttime Herd about the dark side, drop you in the far side Over here is wartime, delivery got more shine Battery on recharge, I don't even breathe hard This gon' hit the streets and have you jerkin' like a retard Over in the beat park, thinkin' this is sweet, huh? Pimp it turn the same hood right into a diva Bumpin' in your speaker, Benz or the Beamer Run across the stage and have you screamin' like a streaker The reefer, make it pop like a tweeter It's no fuss so we'll make it pop like a tweeter And you can Twitter that to your listeners And I'ma take the beat and make green like it's Christmas So vicious, like Sid with the pistols Punks not dead, hip-hop is official B.K. to Amsterdam, Berlin to Bristol So I'ma drop it right there on a nickel [Chorus] One two, lunchtime Three four, crunchtime Lyrics that are spit to make rain turn to sunshine Hit 'em with the punchline, catch 'em on the blindside F.L.A. to N.Y. make the day turn to nighttime [Instrumental Break] (One two) (Three four) [Chorus] Hit 'em with the punchline, catch 'em on the blindside [Verse 2] On a quest to invent fire, call me the Neanderthal Who's a man to call, perpetuate like a medicine ball Now who settin' it off, attention, call pretender First I rip your denim then milk carton you like missing children Hip-hop is a feelin' that's runnin' through my veins You know about the way I dress, talk and do my thing The head hunter add another skull to my collection Steppin' my direction MC's cry like an eye infection Been in the game 13 years since my first record My discography somethin' like China's birth records Hem and grind shine to perfection Keep my eyes on the prize, move forward, never turn direction Yo, rip that, flip that, I show you how to dig that Rack it from out the gate, chop up the loot, time to spit rap Freestyle, beast style, y'all gon' bring the freak out Drop either on the meter, hit the streets, leak out [Chorus] One two, lunchtime Three four, crunchtime Lyrics that are spit to make rain turn to sunshine Hit 'em with the punchline, catch 'em on the blindside F.L.A. to N.Y. make the day turn to nighttime Freestyle, beast style, y'all gon' bring the freak out Drop either on the meter, hit the streets, leak out One two, lunchtime Three four, crunchtime Lyrics that are spit to make rain turn to sunshine Hit 'em with the punchline, catch 'em on the blindside F.L.A. to N.Y. make the day turn to nighttime [Outro] One two, lunchtime Three four, crunchtime Lyrics that are spit to make rain turn to sunshine Hit 'em with the punchline
