You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
 lyrically splittin dismissin
 I'm on a mission of just hitting
 now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens
 I'm missing wishing man listen
 I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
 Bust the move and then swerve
 Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
 [bad word]  you nerd man, you heard [bad word] from the town of Illy and alleys are 
 full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
 Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really

 1-So here we go now, 
 Holla if ya hear me [bad word] and feel me flow

 Never mixing with tricking brothers [bad word]  Over fixins that ain't [bad word] to be hittin.
 On nothin splittin things that's bitten
 And gettin written off
 Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya [bad word] me off
 Before you even started so what
 So long see you fly by my try how else 
 Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
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 The flow pro poetical with skills only
 vet'll know better know where's 
 The wetter flow that'son point like
 Decimals manhandlin new crews
 Partying with the Zoo Crew
 Looking for the pink in poo poo.
 I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina
 Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam
 We bust plus we're the party
 Amateur damager managin damagin mics
 Men and even mannequins.
 You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?
 Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho
 The way I show you pray I flow
 Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time
 To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang
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 Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
 The beat the break into boogie
 Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
 All we wanna know is if your body wanna party
 It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
 So hip up and split up get up
 Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
 No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. 
 Shakes shows until they fizz up
 Rizz up like your with us if not zip up 
 You lip up whip up.
 Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
 [bad word] back cause we heard 
 Hip hop needed another anthem
 Black like Noah in fact and for ya
 If we was back in the days with the Drifters 
 We would've been known as the Flowers
 Bevin these since the seventies 
 Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
 So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties
 Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties
 So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
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