Uh uh, yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah Bout' to set it off one time For the cats that be buggin' Ha, Clark Kid what the deal? Group home, wanna hit? Wild man rest in peace Ant-Live Yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse One] Yo it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you I'm sicker than any nigga that been admitted to Bel View The rhymes I was born through a pen and my strongest strength My pen is like a weapon when I hold it at arms length With Kedar's consent I represent over tracks with Clark Kent With some super vision from Superman I get stupid man, you open off the verbal aerobics I was in the Parkside state of mind when I wrote it I'm the dopest, when it comes to this one I'm invisible to ya third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth one Maybe even a sixth one Keep the Big Anther on the big gun for pin point accuracy to hit one Never miss, the professional specialist remember this The name A-plus it's synonymous with excellence Don't forget that, before I have to get the click-clack Give you a wetback believe me it'll be a major set back
[Chorus] I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah! So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound I gotta have it! {Check it out} It's automatic! What! Take that, take that, take that play-boy I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh! So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound I gotta have it! {Yo} It's automatic! {Check it out} Uh! Take that, take that, take that play-boy
[Verse Two] A yo I heard some kids puttin' my name in they childish rhymes As if I ain't bout' it bout' it enough to handle mine You little boys pushin' past the point of being annoyed I'll destroy, every rapper on the east of Seaboard Just to get you I take some steroids turn into a werewolf Jump in the ring and bite your god damn ear off If the combat is hand to hand I bang em' in Going bannanas man like a angry orangutan Double my rhymes walk back to the talk fast And manufacture the data Here on after for all rappers For character, you can smash with the speed of the comic book character Flash Gordan with verbal phonics spectacular Hear you in the back of the audio screamin' like you want to enter this tournament Come on bring it on and prepare to get manslaughtered With deadly force And my style is causing nausea like the scorpion poison
[Chorus] I gotta have it! It's automatic! {What what} Yeah! So come clean {Suckas} and keep it real if you like my sound {Uh, check it out} I gotta have it! {Uh, Brooklyn} It's automatic! Yeah! Take that, take that, take that playboy I gotta have it! It's automacic! {Yeah yeah} What! So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yo take that, take that, take that A-Plus!
[Verse Three] A-Plus it gotta' be hip-hop's youngest mistrosity There isn't anyone under twenty-one that could rock me You feelin' this, forty-eight track ventriloquist The actual synthesis passin' out the class syllabus Just imagine if I rip your crew into fragments Destroy the evidence so nobody will know it happened Walking through the neighborhood full of dead men doing head-spins Pickin' em' up like red-mans Lyrically modified to kick the hottest rhyme At the drop of a dime I limbo below the bottom line Kick it tight, rhymes sent Method Man to another lifetime Keep Erykah all to myself cuz' I like dimes Radiation from the bright shine meltin' MC's with height-lines Cuz' I'm very selfish with my mic time When I recite mine, my rhymes explode likd a pipe bomb Nobody in they right or they left mind can test mine
[Chorus] I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh! So come cle