Journey

Yup, Didididay, Didididadiday
Quest...

Uh, Simple assignment
I think I'm better at technical rhyming
Bunch of foul play in this motherfucker

Moving Block work to the head hunters
Give me a milk crate like Mr. Tucker
I'ma show you mothersuckers like Daddy's home
I see you ball hogs, I mean police guards
Mr. Officer... Whoop Whoop!

I'ma get you sucker, home of Ashanti
I'm John Tucker, they want me to die
I'm Super Fly
Dolemite in these red bottoms
I'm a problem you can't solve 'em

His homicide, was suicide, pie
Check the evidence
Lack of it, no finger prints
There was a glitch, off the playback
And the camera footage
Bad roll of film, but I'm still
Rollin' with my syndicates
These cynical niggas
Want the attention
Well, pay attention
And listen, to the words of wisdom
Skip the dentist, You get decay
Knock out your dentures

Indentured servants
You do a disservice
Nigga you worthless
I even do this
Oddly on purpose
To prove a point
We have a different purpose
I'm breaking laws
But you have to adjourn it
No given spot
I want to earn it
I'm earnest
I studied mechanics
Like Austral Ave Earnest
I bomb shit, give me my turban

Water ways
Monster like a Serpent
Drop in that Fergi, drop in that Fergi, drop in that Fergi
That Albacore tuna
Nigga you heard me
Never too early
To follow this Johnny Quest on his Journey