Can't Stop Rocking - Jemini The Gifted One

See I've been rapping since the Biz Markie trigga Treacherous 3 days 
Kool Moe digga Dee days  Spoonie Gee days 
Furious F I V E days  the phase of the sheepskin craze 
I rhymed in the times of the ain't no day sweeter days 
I remember Puma and Adida days 
Of the mockneck wearing  bagging females talking days 
Paid mad loot for my British Walkers 
And if somebody scuffed 'em I'm a snuff 'em 
And rough 'em up with loving, and stuff 'em in the oven 
At 450 degrees until they tender 
Cook 'em bust 'em open with the lyrics I surrender 
I splash on the wack-ass crabs with my juices 
Slide up in the night, and tie up they nooses 
And let 'em hung in the sun til the brothers come check 'em 
No jive, that's just the way I wreck 'em 

I can't stop don't stop rocking to the rhythm 
Cause I get down, see I get down, see I 
Rock for a while, groove and got style 
Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile 

Fat Boys used to rip 'em with the ha-ha stick 'em 
Till Dougie went and got Slick Rickie D 
But if there was a jam anywhere, niggas came and got me 
I wind up, see I let it fly free 
Let it land where it may, see I got three aces in my hand 
I got the high joker, the low joker 
So what you gonna do nigga, you can't understand 
How I flipped the script and I ripped as I smoked ya 
I come from Brooklyn, went to school in Manhattan 
The Fat Man from uptown put the Bronx in my rapping 
Though money I'm earning cause I'm still learning 
That the world will keep spinning, turntables keep turning 
My name is known from Brooklyn to Mount Vernon 
There's dough in my pocket, but don't you be concerning 
Yourself with my physical health, you ain't no hit, p