[Pos Plug Wonder Why]

(What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?)

I wanna be a supa emcee

(Well you're already that) so let me step up to bat

Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits

Out of the heavens August one seven sixty nine

Born I wonder why with the thoughts to rhyme

Til there was no longer thoughts to dream

When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen

Accompanied by the screams, Plug One

Shot up with fame like novacaine it made me numb

So numb I wouldn't been able to feel

Niggaz diggin in my pockets for my currency reels

But still, I make girls brown eyes blue at will (until)

my ass was no longer mass appeal

Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted

Wait a minite, new video, like a leopard I'm spotted

in a night club chillin with Kamaal and Phife

I be that farmer cultivating owning acres of mics

And I likes to make it known Strong Island stylin

for a while, so do that dance

(Are you rockin the spot?) Yes I be

(Showin others they do not?) Yes I be

(Havin then towed from the lot?) Yes I be

That's my job as a supa emcee, I'm from Long Isle

Mobile, make it worth your while

If the jam needs motion I'm the one to dial

(Goin beyond ninety watts) Yes I be

(Well are you rockin it?) Yes, yes I be (rockin it!)

I can stress the makin of loot to feed the fam

While the voices impersonate the true who I am

Buzzin in my ear, oh you one of those wannabees

Always buzzin in my ear you down with supa emcees

Steppin to me with your pleas that you gots, butter rhymes

Man the only thing butter bout you is your spine

mad yellow, you can't rock the Mardi Gras, my mellow

Cause my stealth show more than knowledge of self