A: Gotta have it

Uh uh, yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeahBout' to set it off one timeFor the cats that be buggin'Ha, Clark Kid what the deal?Group home, wanna hit?Wild man rest in peaceAnt-LiveYo, yo, yo, yo[Verse One]Yo it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell youI'm sicker than any nigga that been admitted to Bel ViewThe rhymes I was born through a pen and my strongest strengthMy pen is like a weapon when I hold it at arms lengthWith Kedar's consent I represent over tracks with Clark KentWith some super vision from SupermanI get stupid man, you open off the verbal aerobicsI was in the Parkside state of mind when I wrote itI'm the dopest, when it comes to this oneI'm invisible to ya third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth oneMaybe even a sixth oneKeep the Big Anther on the big gun for pin point accuracy to hit oneNever miss, the professional specialist remember thisThe name A-plus it's anonymous with excellenceDon't forget that, before I have to get the click-clackGive 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 soundI gotta have it! {Check it out} It's automatic! What!Take that, take that, take that play-boyI gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh!So come clean and keep it real if you like my soundI 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 rhymesAs if I ain't bout' it bout' it enough to handle mineYou little boys pushin' past the point of being annoyedI'll destroy, every rapper on the east of SeaboardJust to get you I take some steroids turn into a werewolfJump in the ring and bite your god damn ear offIf the combat is hand to hand I bang em' inGoing bannanas man like a angry orangutanDouble my rhymes walk back to the talk fastAnd manufacture the dataHere on after for all rappersFor character, you can smash with the speed of the comic book characterFlash Gordan with verbal phonics spectacularHear you in the back of the audio screamin' like you want to enter thistournamentCome on bring it on and prepare to get manslaughteredWith deadly forceAnd 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 itout}I gotta have it! {Uh, Brooklyn} It's automatic! Yeah!Take that, take that, take that playboyI gotta have it! It's automacic! {Yeah yeah} What!So come clean and keep it real if you like my soundI 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 mistrosityThere isn't anyone under twenty-one that could rock meYou feelin' this, forty-eight track ventriloquistThe actual synthesis passin' out the class syllabusJust imagine if I rip your crew into fragmentsDestroy the evidence so nobody will know it happenedWalking through the neighborhood full of dead men doing head-spinsPickin' em' up like red-mansLyrically modified to kick the hottest rhymeAt the drop of a dime I limbo below the bottom lineKick it tight, rhymes sent Method Man to another lifetimeKeep Erykah all to myself cuz' I like dimesRadiation from the bright shine meltin' MC's with height-linesCuz' I'm very selfish with my mic timeWhen I recite mine, my rhymes explode likd a pipe bombNobody in they right or they left mind can test mine[Chorus]I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh!So come clean and keep it real if you like my soundI gotta have it! It's automatic! What!Take that, take that, take that top thatI gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah!So come clean and keep it real if you like my soundI gotta have it! It's automatic! Yo!Take that, take that, take that A-PlusI gotta have it! {What what} It's auotmatic! Yeah!So come clean and keep it real if you my soundWhat, I can have itTake that take that take thatThat fly ishUh, Clark KentSo come clean and keep it real if you like my soundUh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uhTake that, take that, take that