Dust to Dust

"Meanwhile, in another part of the town"
I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger
Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor
The Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo than your bullshit demo
Things are risin' up like a 40 inch vertical
Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle
Flowin' out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist
Hookin' up lingo, study like a linguist
Stickin' rhymes, yeah, I'm movin' like a drifter
Your rhymes are worn like an old man's slippers
Used to have a seizure still edgin' up my gold teeth
Headin' down you to go with Rich and get some protein
I'm giving bones so you're chokin'
I get biz every time I blow smoke and

{Biz Markie}
(Can you feel it)
Blowin' smoke, bee

{L.L. Cool J}
(Woof, now you're cut loose)

Rip off the hand, open up your ears, listen
Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin'
Bringin' on beats, keep you movin' till your neck snaps
Got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks
On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio
Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe
Say what you want to, say the minister's oblivious
Dropped dead weight, yo, now it's time to get with this
Rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro
Toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro
I won't front, let you know that I'm packin'
Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin'
You're kinda young like a tight suede jacket
Ain't a crooked thief but I mess with the racket
Breakin' down on a break Daddy Rich broke
The wax spins round, I blow smoke

Chorus
Blow smoke up your ass like a manager
Hotel bar butter smooth while I'm havin' ya
Soundin' kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y'all
Heads swell settin' up for the big fall
Hittin up heads like a barber with the clipper
Hip-house hip, yo, but I got somethin' hipper
Swingin' like McGillah, fill a pocket full of currency
To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy
Handle like ??? shootin' like a pistol
Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle
Blowin' like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats
DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats
Keep it in the gutter, so you can't be mad at me
Listenin' to 45s of Cannonball Adderley
Ain't the dancin' fool, I don't jest, I don't joke
I just grip on a steel and blow smoke

Chorus

[Pete Nice]
Wisdom fatter than Buddha, ain't a heroin
Shooter or a storefront looter
Truer than a polygraph, walk with the big staff
But yo I got tricks up my sleeve you never thought I had
Do you like Muhammed Ali doing Liston
Take you to the cleaners like the pants that you pissed in
It's in poor taste why you're so busted
I got loot like a frank got mustard
Yeah, you run games but you ain't got equipment
All you got is kneepads for the sipping
I'm flipping you like Marv Albert on a slow-mo
The Prime Minister kicks the Willie Bobo

Kick the bo bo bo, I kick the bobo
I kick the bobo, I'm thinking of kicking the bobo (Repeat 4x)

Swift on the steel and prepare to rip mics
It's the Prime Minister, the Minister Pete Nice
I'm soul flexin', never had the specs in
20/20 vision, bust rhymes like erections
Wrecks in sleeper, never had a beeper
Ain't going out like a 40-deuce peeper
Thumbs get picked if you say you're plumb pickin'
No prejudice, black, white, or Puerto Rican
Moist moist plumbs, kinda swollen yup swollen
Kick the bobo then it's plumb's that you're holding
Domes get filled, 3 minus 1 equals 2
Daddy Rich knows what's true (Indeed)
What's that I hear? Are you broke, I'll make you broker
Lifespan dwindles like a candlestick smoker
Get a little taste of the Minister of Mojo
Quick on the solo, kicking all the bobo

Kick the bo bo bo, I kick the bobo
I kick the bobo, I'm thinking of kicking the bobo (Repeat 4x)

Back to the point, I bring you back to the point and
Hard to keep it true when the others are exploiting
Never got sidetracked, the others got punched black
Many fell victim, and fell into the booty shack
Make 'em disapper like the Brooklyn Dodger
Swinging on my thing, I swing 'em just like Roger
Don't sweat Madonna, Madonna got a bony ass
If you gotta pass gas, better leave the room fast
Bobo kicked like the bo that you be licking
What came first, yo, the pigeon or the chicken?
Do with the suspense, y'all, but I ain't hip
Cock going on tour a couple times around the block
Daddy Rich and Pete Nice never steer you wrong, be
Fatter than the fat kid in PM Dawn
Long time coming like skins to Quasimodo
So let's all kick the Willie Bobo

Kick the bo bo bo, I kick the bobo
I kick the bobo, I'm thinking of kicking the bobo (Repeat 4x)

*Pete Nice gives shoutout til the end*

"Ladies and gentlemen, here's the man! I mean the man!
The sensational, the incomprible, the dynamic *Daddy Rich*"

"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"
"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)

[Pete Nice]
Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go)
Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low
Freaking all the funk cause my man's a funk freaker
Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker
Skills on the hills so I guess he steals a crew
If you're on his dick, don't fret, I'm on his dick, too
Got a bag of tricks, but he ain't pulling rabbits
Rabbits is endowed with the sexual habits
Took a long time in his room spinning records
Shit's going on, pumps fatter than a heifer
Chop chop he go, chopping it up like Sam the Butcher
Next thing you know the record chop like a hooker
Hits on the table, yeah Rich with the quick hand
Now understand this, he ain't the ordinary rap man
Bring all the wizard in Brooklyn's chop shop
Listen to the Lumberjack record go chop

"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"
"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)

Tell me, toss another record on the platter
Have to see him swing it, swing it like a hook and ladder
Mister ??? if you went up with only liquor
Better keep your papes in your pocket or we vic ya
Busting off shots in the backyard of Brooklyn
Chopped by the hoes, only hoes that's good looking
He move crowds overseas, even immigrants
Seen him in his 300 Benz with the tints
Think you want to step to the Lumberjack?
That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks
Could you place your ass in a DJ recepticle
But a Lumberjack will just chop off your testicles
You want to get with the master chopper?
Better get a kung-fu to the little grasshopper
Heard your cuts and your cuts is kinda sloppy
Better get your ticket, watch the Rich get choppy

"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"
"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)

Lumber, lumbar, Jack and I be nimble
Hurt you like a whiffle ball and bring it to a sequel
Shadows, shadows, know where Daddy Rich lurks
Verse got a gold tut like Mrs. Butterworth's
You said he couldn't, but he said "I got wood"
I think I can, I think I can, no I could
Yell timber, cause your wood is slimmer
Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger
Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave.
On the wax and vibrate like a ninja
Mr. Daddy Rich to you, used to call him ???
Run and you're stumbling over stumps, so watch him fall
Yes y'all, he got the skills to spin it
So yo ho ho and a bottle full of Cisco
Can't find the grooves in a spasm while I'm rhyming
Up the track Lumberjack and on the darn timing

"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"
"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)