What I'm After

That's what I'm after tell me what I'm after

(I'm after the gold then after that the platinum)

Once again it's the real ill microphone enhancer

Smoking mcs coming down from lung cancer

The mace is in my hand but I'm not afraid to shoot ya

Nobody can see me - I am the future

So you know that no one can ever hurt me

Because I'm ill

(Like what)

Like herpies

And I really don't give a damn who you are

Mr. Funky man all hail m r funkular

Now in 1985 is when I first started to rock

Trying to do the human beatbox like

(Boom hah hah boom boom hah hah)

All over the place shooting spit in your face

Then when the beatbox start play

That's when I started rocking mic's

Make you wack mcs wanna fight

Because they always tried to battle me to see who is the best

So you know I have to roll on the quest

For what I'm after

(I'm after the gold then after that the platinum)

Hip hop and props that's what what we're after

(I'm after the gold then after that the platinum)

Stacks of those plaques - that's what we're after

If it's hip hop that makes yo knees knock

Turn us up box

I know you peep the sound, it's the lords on the block

It's the list now this is how I live now

Making people get down to my funky sound

Ever since I heard the sound I wanted to be down

Here's my demo tape won't you please pass it down

So I can get paid and have things like I said

A car, a yacht, a house with a maid

But wow! Slow down the party ain't that easy

Oh my God I think I let that video deceive me

No matter, as long as the rhymes are the phatter

I bet you billboard has me top of the ladder

Publishing like loving, I learned that from my cousin

Write your own tunes and you'll see thousands by the dozens

And after all that, if you gave back

All I want to see is the golden platinum plaque

Now it's 1995

And I finally got my foot in the door

Got props I want more

Cause I'm definitely not where I used to be

But I'm nowhere near where I wanna be

I wanna be able to go out and buy a golf range

And still walk away with change

Until then there's no time to be wasting

So I gotta keep on chasing, chasing

Well what I'm after - it's simple

Come on and peep the mental

This ghetto born kid blowing up on instrumentals

What's the matter oh I know you can't peep my pattern

My style is designed to shed light like a lantern

So click click now the light's directly on your ear

If you peep the sound then run and tell a peer

What happened - did you get locked by my rapping?

You had to, cause gold and the plat is what I'm after