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Eye on The Gold Chain

[Chorus]
They got their eye on the gold chain
They got their eye on the gold chain

When Young Einstein was a kid in the mid
80's he saw how the B-boys lived
They wore the fat gold to rock a rap song
Einstein's takin off, now he's puttin it on
There's not a pair of eyewear that can stop the glare
Of the duke, overexposed in photo shoots
He salutes the days of old with chains of gold
He looked around then found and the chain was sold
At airports he sets off metal detectors
Inspectors pull him to the side and give him lectures
Going through his luggage, they try to test him
Threaten to arrest him, askin lots of questions
Like "why do you have a box of tissue"
To remove (what) all the oily finger residue
So look but don't touch and let my chain shine
Yo, put it on Einstein

[Chorus]

Alright now here we go
Young Einstein
Check it out, my big gold rope
Always rock a jam every time I perform
Young Einstein
Check it out, fat gold chain
Always rock a jam every time I perform
Einstein got a dookie gold rope

From Panama to Canada, Einstein's the man of the year
Get the trash outta here like a janitor
Chain so heavy when he step in the place
You could tap him on his shoulder and he’d fall on his face
Dropped the single Fresh Mode, they thought we would fold
Thirty days later Einstein had gold
So what you sayin, my man scans the collectibles
For the LP chock full of delectables
For the MP, he can reshape a lead break
Cut it in half, changin the speed rate
And make it so it bangs when it's on the turntable
Young Einstein “co bust a fat cable”
He wore the dookie when we met Queen Elizabeth
Asked her was she jealous, she said "a little bit"
I guess a crown jewel never compares
To the rope that the Einstein wears

[Chorus] x2

Alright now here we go
Young Einstein
Check it out, my big gold rope
Always rock a jam every time I perform
Young Einstein
Check it out, fat gold chain
Always rock a jam every time I perform
Einstein got a dookie gold rope

Ah yeah, I wanna send a fat shout out
To my man Buckshot and my man DJ Evil Dee
And to everybody out there who’s still rockin them truck jewels