Star Quality

Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh

Yes, I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse

Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess

Had a few things left to get up off of my chest

Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted

Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu'Ran on it

I fliped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it

Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul

If I would've known that tonight was Ladie's Night

I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe

In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand

Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands

Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand

I'ma eat one more helping, then I'm, whiping my hands

And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact

That I walk in first class, have so much ladies gaspin for breath

Tryin to catch me, with the ass and the chest

I ain't tryin to be rude lady, I'm just passin a test

Got enough hastle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques

I'll take the compliment and pass on the sex

We like

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there