So What'cha Want

(album: Early Songs & Rarities - 2020)

Well, you just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
Eating crazy cheese like you'd think I'm from Paris
You know I get high you think I get fly
You know that I'm gone and I'm a tell you all why
So tell me who are you dissing maybe I'm missing
The reason that you're smiling or wilding
Listen in my head, I just want to shake 'em down
Imagination set loose
I'm take '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 what'cha what'cha want
I get so funny with the money that you flaunt
Where'd you get your information from huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes

They call me Mike D the ever loving man
Like spoonie gee well I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
Sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping
Going from mic to mic kicking it wall to wall
Calling out you people like a casting call
Wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your flow with your know when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And when you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet
I think I'm losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind this time
Yeah, I'm losing my mind
I think I'm losing my, woo

Little did you know about something that I talk
About I'm tired of driving it's due time I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head, so I realize
I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall
I what'cha what'cha what'cha want
I what'cha what'cha what'cha want, baby
I what'cha what'cha what'cha want
So what'cha what'cha what'cha want

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
Long leaner Vincent the cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena
Cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason but no cause
Hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leech

So what'cha what'cha what'cha want...