U.S. Open

<p>Knowdaverbs, make it bounce one time<br/>Hit the U.S. open, like golf, with your rhymes<br/><br/>Who you is?<br/>Knowdaverbs, the like minded minstrel<br/>Tight should be my rhymes, siphon lyrics through my pencil<br/>So hold on, as I strike a pose like in vogue<br/>You can call me origami, watch as I unfold<br/>Beat me one time, to when Jerry made curls, and ghetto lashes with TVs player candy-girl<br/>Exchanging, with the kids, all the Michael Jackson moves<br/>A time of escalation, went from zips to kangaroos<br/>The group tripped my plan, minds when y&#x27;all first premiered<br/>Though things look grey, and paper-thin, through the years<br/>I follow the leader, the maker, creator<br/>The spirit&#x27;s getting warmer than it is in Grenada<br/>Me and the boys got ill with the clippers<br/>Fina - for the parachute pants with thirty zippers<br/>Factors of the seven, for Christ, never get slept<br/>Rhyme a hole in the speaker, pull the plug that we jet<br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/><br/>Bonafide, get live one time<br/>Get me U.S. Open, like golf with your rhymes<br/><br/>Bonafide, original emcee, rapping &#x27;bout the deejay who&#x27;s down with me<br/>On the fader, he&#x27;s greater, and he&#x27;s my man<br/>As he&#x27;s flipping up the wax with the steadiest hand<br/>While the other deejays just stand and watch while all the fly girls clock and jock<br/>He&#x27;s the beat creator, human record player, style originator, scratch innovator<br/>And he&#x27;s not an imitator, and he&#x27;ll let you know<br/>Transform the soul dif, as he rocks the show for the factors<br/>The debonair microphones, with the masters degrees in the M.I.C.,<br/>Jump on there, jump on there, jump on there, on there, on there<br/><br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/>C.O.F.E., on the strip one time<br/>Give the U.S. Open, life golf with you rhymes<br/><br/>Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of aqua<br/>Jill saw it coming, and jumped in the well, while Jack got bit by a Chihuahua<br/>Now, Jack was screaming like a little girl, in complete and utter pain<br/>He should&#x27;ve watch his back, before he got attacked, and joined Jill in the gutter-main<br/>In a way, I blame Jill for not warning Jack; what was she thinking?<br/>Just like a girl to save her own neck, and I think that&#x27;s stinking<br/>The moral of the story is simple and plain, you can read it like a book<br/>When you choose a partner, make sure she got your back, or your goose is cooked<br/><br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line<br/>Stepped through the door, headed for the floor<br/>The records he was mixing had me wanting some more<br/>So I grabbed the microphone and I started to rhyme, as this deejay ran it down the line