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Yo, Chuck, where you at, G? I think he went upstairs, y'know A very furious mixture of noise What Public Enemy producer Hank Shocklee calls 'Music's worst nightmare' {Hey, he's a good kid} Air Hoodlum Check the elevation Air Hoodlum Check the elevation { Player, that can leap, with the best of them} Risin' up in the 'Velt, Strong Island, New York The hood, in case you did not know my base There was a ballplayer who had all the skills Wit the pill to pay the piper, plus all the bills Mick his first name, Mack the awesome game Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in pain Mick so quick, at six foot six Down to be picked by anyone but the Celtics Oh, what a handle could score from the floor With people bangin' on him or even hangin' on him But what he did best, above all the rest was {A player that can leap, with the best of them {As a high school phenom, the Skywalker himself I felt he could do to make this an effective basketball team} Grades nine an' ten, Mickey Mack was all that But in class, his ass sat way in the back How I know? 'Cause I know, I used to flow wit the bro He didn't mind I used to read him his own headline 'Cause he could not read 'em, his school wouldn't need 'em If the lines wouldn'ta went like this Mickey Mack jumped over the candlestick His stack was his stats but his D was still whack Grades eleven an' twelve, he found the wrong client |