Lyrics:

My Rhyme Scheme Olajuwon Hakeem
Versatile I spit a style they gotta point 5ds
Mark 2s at the Crew with the homebrew tees
That say EKOET Im from Brooklyn Rest in peace to Steez
I continue, Inteligence laced inside the riddle
Like syrup in a mcgriddle on a mickey ds menu
For sweet compete police ride in continentals
Or unmarked vans tryna off the man with the dark hands
More chalk on black floors then school blackboard
Hash brought to school rebels blaze em in Bathroom stalls
The monkey on his shoulder look gorilla size
He never realize he busy getting high
Them killers get the drop on em then he finna die
They could see the set em up with his chinky eyes
Believing lies was his first mistake
Chasing thighs was the second Use the weakness as a weapon
Them demons step in Eagles can't detect em
Better bring your desert eagle or your smith n Wesson
Close before you left a ghost
I rep the coast of Big L biggie and Nasir
The style rare Brothers Jack it but Im Montclair
Yeah

My Rhyme scheme Olajuwon Hakeem (So What That Mean) x3
Hands up While I go off on 3, EKOET

My Rhyme scheme Olajuwon hakeem
Got a rocket in my jeans filled with ink that bleeds
On standard size loose leaves but her eyes intrigued
On something else below my belt that’ll melt Ice Cream
Im not that type of brother Im a fighter not a lover for my freedom
You don’t see me dodging undercovers in my region
Better find another brother dumb enough to treat you
I got a wife who nice to me who never been deceitful
Keep it equal but I call her brown sugar
I make her change her clothes when she look like hooker
I hate to go shopping Im The Shopping cart pusher
Cuz she love to look around and I be gone when she look up (huh)
Im so Brooklyn so I say whats up son
Anywhere so you know where Im from
I keep it Cere the real know what Im about son
The fake creaming out How come? C’mon (HAHA)