1. Wednesday, October 16, 2002

    So What’cha Want 

    Just plug me in just like I was eddie harris

    You’re eating crazy cheese like you’d think i’m from paris

    You know I get fly you know I get high

    You know that i’m gone and i’m a tell you all why

    So tell me who are you dissing maybe i’m missing

    The reason that i’m smiling or wilding so listen

    In my head I just want to take ’em down

    Imagination set loose and i’m gonna shake ’em down

    Let it flow like a mud slide

    When I get on I like to ride and glide

    I’ve got depth of perception in my text y’all

    I get props at my mention ’cause I vex y’all

    So what’cha want

    You’re so funny with the money that you flaunt

    Where’d you get your information from

    You think that you can front when revelation comes

    You can’t front on that

    Well they call me mike d. the ever loving man

    I’m like spoonie g., i’m the metropolitician

    You scream and you holler about my chevy impala

    But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

    But like a dream i’m flowing without no stopping

    Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping

    Goin’ from mic to mic kickin’ it wall to wall

    I’ll be calling out you people like a casting call

    It’s wack when you’re jacked in the back of a ride

    With your know with your flow when you’re out getting by

    Believe me what you see is what you get

    And you see me coming off as you can bet

    I think i’m losing my mind this time

    This time i’m losing my mind

    You can’t front on that

    But little do you know about something that I talk about

    I’m tired of driving it’s due time that I walk about

    But in the meantime, i’m wise to the demise

    I’ve got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

    Well i’m dr. spock i’m here to rock y’all

    I want you off the wall if you’re playing this wall

    So what’cha want

    Y’all suckers write me checks and then they bounce

    So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount

    See i’m the long leaner

    Victor the cleaner

    I’m the illest motherfucker from here to gardena

    I’m as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of green jalapeno hot sauce

    You’ve got the rhyme and reason but no cause

    So if you’re hot to trot you think you’re slicker than grease

    I’ve got news for you crews you’ll be sucking like a leech

    You can’t front on that

    So what’cha want