You Can't See What I Can See

("Y-Y-Y-Y-You're blind, baby")

"You're blind, baby! You're blind from the facts" -

In comes, what comes another humdrum

Diddy-dum-drum, some young bum got stung

One, two, three, four, five, SIX

Hard as the Heavy HITS, comin with bag of tricks and

pretty chicks

In control of my whole stroll, know I got nuff soul

A brother got bold, but he dug a hole

Instead of a victory, he got e-victed, B

I'm not pressed, I'm on a (Peaceful Journey)

Lock like a bad lock, gotta make ya head bop

Not Fred Flintstone, but I make the (bed rock)

Rock to the rhythm, hell is what I give 'em

I'm really sick and tired of the isms skizzisms

Check microphone check microphone check it out

Hev's got the huns half the brothers love to talk about

Skeeze me (WHAT?) Tease me (WHAT?) Do a dime please me?

Rub-a-dub-dub, it ain't easy

Flex if you're flexin, sex if you're sexin

Things are goin on in the Heavy D section

Microphone check one, microphone check two three

You can't see what I can see

You can't see what I can see!

"You're blind, baby! You're blind from the facts" -

Here I go, here I go, here I go again then

With a grin-grin, I might bag Rin Tin Tin

Emergency run run, dial 911

The H-to the E-to the A- to the V- to the Y, wants a

honeybun

Yes I am, yes I am, the big belly man

Hot damn, here I am with the mic in my hand

Abracadabra-ic, silk my favorite fab-ric

Hun had fun, she was done, readin Moby Dick

Me and my crew played a game called Flipper

When we come around, you better tighten up your zipper

I'll rip shreds in bed, Jack the Ripper

Yes I drink Coke, but I'm not a coke sniffer

Mac daddy-o, on the patio, sippin tea with Sweet'n'Low

when I lay low, they hollerin, "Where they go?"

Hev says peace to Big Kev in the barbershop

Can't forget Mike, Faze-O, and Scott

Twist and turn, long and yearn

You had your turn, now it's my turn

Microphone check one, microphone check two three

You can't see what I can see

Yes, on a smooth tip, the Overweight Lover

I'm on ya radio and on ya magazine cover

Drink Coca-Colo, remain the rhyme solo

Like fancy clothes and once in a while, I sports polo

Drinks in the house, there's a stunt on the couch

with a blunt in the mouth, check it out, check it out

Peace to all the Nubian sisters, who be in

Twists and turns and Uptown doobiens

Follow the leader, UH-UH! I got the fever, UH-UH! UH-

UH! UH-UH!

I'm burnin up like a heater

Microphone check one, microphone check two three

You can't see what I can see

[Chorus and ad-libs 'til end of song]