Werk Ya Self

[Intro]
We know you'll agree
Booka B, Extreme
For your listening pleasure
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[Hook x4: Aceyalone sample]
Work you just enough so you can work yourself

[Verse 1]
From the bang of a bassline, lyrically stout
I bring aggression from the waistline, letting it out
Who ever wanna test exquisitely? The visit be short
Bringing pressure to a wack assault like full court
Fuck a bullshit rap that gets dap over hot tracks
Anybody talking nonsense, you need to stop that!
And hop that ass on a train out of St. Paul
Ripping the scene, Extreme will drop like rainfall
Aim at all and any adversaries
Beating all the contrary when the beat and rhyme vary
Not too many feel it until the rhyme reveals it
That's why it stays dope, so step or high heel it
The masses are nothing when the people start fronting
Kick rhymes for my fellas with lyrics out of the cellars
Underground dwellers been doing this for years
Can't stop the ball from rolling when it's mics that I'm holding
Taking control, folding MCs like past flyers
Bring it down to the wire, setting sound on fire
My attire - nothing but the fly gear, times near
Intended for the cats that's wack, it's my year!

[Hook: Aceyalone sample, Extreme]
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Uh
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Uh, yes, uh

[Verse 2]
Yes indeed with the lyrical Speed minus Keanu
Float invincible over tracks, making my rhymes go
To a different plateau, pause for a Kodak
To ensure my existence in hip hop making the flows phat
Slow that, believing anything you can touch
I bust in seconds after wrecking wack shit that don't amount to much
And if your shit sucks, it's all in the mental
Don't matter who's flowing or made the instrumental
Take flight like a harpoon dead on point
Come to grips, the exquisite stay rocking the joint
And drop on and on and on to the year 3G
The exquisite flip instantaneously
Taking tours overseas, London to Germany
Breakbeats and mixtapes, that's where you heard of me
The vibe stays banging in your skull like a migraine
International but classical mentioning my name
Fly dames playing mind games need not apply
Swift with the kill, no trace like a homicide
High tide watching the wack wash to shore
The exquisite rhyme wizard, case in point no more

[Hook: Aceyalone sample, Extreme]
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Interlock, what? Uh
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Work you just enough so you can work yourself
Uh, uh
Work you just enough so you can work yourself

[Verse 3]
And if you really think you know me, I never been the one to play
Especially when it came to shit I had to say
Smooth like a manta ray, faster than a sidewalk's optics
Cop another CD to the shelf, collecting hot shit
Put a bag of hot shit upon your man's steps
I bring representation beyond the main ep
Or EP, when you see the E, visual or earful
Lyrically the imperial, remaining fearful
For my sea of heads up off the center, guided by the stage lights
Flipping shit to excite, you flipping off of stage fright
Another lonely night with nothing but ink to spare
Pulling thoughts out the air, cross reference and compare
To make it better than my last LP or collective CD
Case in point when is hip hop think I eat
Too many wannabe, was fabricated on they TV tubes
Can't recognize the lies that's being popped by all these losers
Alphabetic abusers, rhythmatic castaways
Giving you excessive chatterboxing to the latter days
Phat beats and Sun rays making me weak
Creating history mystically with the words that I speak

[Hook x4: Aceyalone sample]
Work you just enough so you can work yourself

[Outro]
Interlock, yo, uh, yes, Interlock 1999: Booka B, Extreme, and everyone along, and everyone along, Interlock, what? Basementality, I'm ready for overdubs now, ahh!