Verse 1:
Guess who is back, back with the flow
It’s the rapper that go where no rapper can go
Average? no, above average? yes
Cats is perplexed, every rap is so def
Def as the next or the next one I write
Complex the insight that I left on the mic
Got ‘em open my poem to show ‘em
My flow is so wicked, I kick it being vindictive
Listen my predictions haven’t been wrong
When I die I’ma come back as a song
Cats’ll put on and just dance to the drum
Not noticing I be controlling ‘em
‘cause the kick is my foot, snare is my fist
Spirit the lyrics you hearing him spit
Also my organs are organs they play
[?] strings are sort of my veins, I’m hot

Chorus:
Aye dude, you with that frown
Why in the world ain’t you movin’ around?
You too can get down
Move to the sound
Yup, in the summertime we make it hot

Aye dude, you with that frown
Why in the world ain’t you movin’ around?
You too can get down
Move to the sound
Yup, in the summertime we make it hot
Verse 2:
Man y’all gots to c’mon for Dr. Simone
Nina the doctor that doctored the tone
Like a witch doctor which doctor is O?
[?] dock the pay of records you sold
My effortless flow is benevolent so
If you steppin’ to bro may the method be dope
Perfect, sick as the kid that’s allergic
To light I come out in the night like a hermit
Flows’ll get murdered, notes are inverted
Folks are converted, the purpose is furthered
Brother of Curtis Mayfield, even with great skill
None of y’all rapper could face me
You’ll crumble, that’s on the humble
Cat’s wanna rumble, young you be [?] from the rubble
Coupled with all of the trouble
That come to the ones who
Believe they is leaving this jungle, I’m hot

Chorus:
Aye dude, you with that frown
Why in the world ain’t you movin’ around?
You too can get down
Move to the sound
Yup, in the summertime we make it hot
Aye dude, you with that frown
Why in the world ain’t you movin’ around?
You too can get down
Move to the sound
Yup, in the summertime we make it hot

Verse 3:
Now let me conclude now that you see
Now that you know that the talent is me
Kick it I rip it to the utmost degree
The competition don’t come close to me
Supposed to be what you couldn’t discern
Y’all should be concerned, let me put this in terms
I’m a rapper, musician, producer and author
You ought to believe in the truth of my talk
I’m the rock of Gibraltar, god of my culture
With the same sermon my father had taught ya
Philly up in this piece, [?] decease
Ruckus increase, I’m a beast
I be rhyming for years outshining my peers
This is a product of God and my fears
Cried in my tears, nourish the land
God give me courage to stand, make me hot

Chorus:
Aye dude, you with that frown
Why in the world ain’t you movin’ around?
You too can get down
Move to the sound
Yup, in the summertime we make it hot
Aye dude, you with that frown
Why in the world ain’t you movin’ around?
You too can get down
Move to the sound
Yup, in the summertime we make it hot

O’hene:
Aiyo, at one point in this song you heard me say I’m a rapper and a musician, ya know what I’m saying? I don’t think y’all understand what that meant. Y’all think I mean a rapper that makes music. Nah I literally mean a musician that plays piano and I’ma give you an example, check it out (*O plays piano phrases*) do it to ‘em O, so cool ain’t it, I’m just saying, just vibe with this right now, just zone out ya know what I’m saying, ain’t no rhymes just let me, let me play for you, goodnight!