Journey - Johnny Quest

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