, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah This is a story of a kid His name is Cisko Who made more money Than the Count of Monte Crisco He lived a
goriest Hit 'em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a
that he manifest artistry Like a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty And Satan is a wack diseased, that needs to be quarantined And caged in, I'm riding a
, the force of a javelin hit Travelin' gift of gab and I'm it, MC's are havin' a fit A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks stored in my cabina
Wich yo girl dressed in a g-string, she's swingin' My way, shorty, and it sure looks good I'm cookin' up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should I
of gab When I shoot the gift, I shoot, I use the gift of gab like a harpoon On the serious tip, I'm equipped with a gift The gift of gab, it don't waiver
for your past mistakes Mentally and spiritually dwelling past the gates You can change your ways, elevate today To all recovered alcoholics chillin' up in A.A
