Gold - Grandmaster Flash

I have no idea what I’m doing

I have no idea what I’m doing, but

Everybody get up, sit up Christopher

They’re miserable without you, Superman is a-

-live and he’s flowing like the Mystic River

Girl don’t act like you never been kissed before

One, two, three, four, five, six, this a

Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser

How did anybody ever find me, I disap-

-peared I was hiding in Freeway’s beard, just a

Hop skip and a jump from my skin, gushing

Nails into my face that I been pushing

Hell-raiser, my face is my pincushion

It’s like when I’m on the mic, I can squish a

Sucker like a vice-grip, my pen put ya

In the slaughterhouse cause ya styles been butchered

I’ll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on

My brain’s on hyperdrive someone put the brakes on

Here’s a smidget admitted to get your digits, Bridget

Don’t try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got it figure out now nigga,

See, my minds on my money right here,

And no one stopping how I getting it,

And Hind Sight should never left when I was Living,

And probably wouldn’t be getting pressed by all these women,

And then again, I wouldn’t rap the ones I was diggin'

So annihilate the looking, and talking alot about the hood;

Kim’n, Kim’n,

Uh, so Selena Williams, just like my dad talks about more John Dick’n,

This girl talkin' how she pregrent, she crazy, so later I crushed that hoe,

and left baby,

And never trust her, no shit!

Even she specialize in massaging on my testicles,

And I never trust her, a whole lot, even on the first date, she basically get

her mouth rimmed,

And turn around and ask me for a kiss, no bitch I’m straight,

And I never really get concerned how my own dick tastes,

I think I’m about to slip on my swag juice,

I think I’m about to slip on your swag juice,

Oh, no!

No!

Don’t slip on your swag juice,

Ye, ye!

I think I’m about to slip on my swag juice.

Slim is in the house, simmer down there sister

Bound to get you dizzy cause he gets as busy as a

Bee, baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard

He’ll catch it in his teeth, what is he?

He’s a wizard

Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit

And I’m pretty sure it isn’t Bisquick, is it?

Now baby don’t forget to bring your lipstick with ya

I want a kiss 'fore I blow this bitch to smithe-

-reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ-

-ation that’s critical as Dre spins his, uh

Turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor

Cheka chicka, checka chicka, cheka-cheka chicka

Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker

Wait a minute, I just dropped my necklace in the liquor

Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it’s six o-

-clock in the morning 'less you want to get some dessert