Can you with it? Can you with it? Can you funk it?
Rappers step on the X, then go to shit I got the mic in my hand and well Usin' my style for a set of action MC's beware, the club I'm bashin' Throwin' and bombs and some cocktails
You better quick but not slow snails I get smooth on daddy and Why? 'Cause I'm the great MC in motion, G as in go Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so defyin'
Super keep tryin' You wanna like a pit? I'll be the lion I'll chew your ass like on wild kingdom And look at birds and bees that sting them Time after time, after rhyme
'Cause you ain't shit, not even a dime A and penny, a one dollar bill How can you wild and tell brothers to chill? You ain't the man to move and stop the No matter how you run hide, it's land and fall Straight on your brain, the drop rocks
Leave a with mumps and chicken pox Standin' still and like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat and start I'm rappers like Damon on Living Color You my help on the stage? I'm not your mother Father, son, your pissy little
are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen You think you're hard them hats and all that black on You're not the X, yo bring the wack on I load the mic up and bust like a 10 my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of stairs ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers I'm just a convict, the prison line Yo, I'm on the line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, a chorus line It's a line, it's a chorus line Flipmaster, bust rhyme
Yeah, my funkiest deep down the underground in the Bronx, this is the funk
Yo, melody change up, grip on the right I come correct hit like a fist fight I thank God for the ways For writin' these dope and rappers I slaid
I'm kickin' the gram as dope as I can and To make you say god damn, Gee's got a jam To crush a punk and make 'em beg for he's nothin', he can't touch me
The metaphor master has to blast ya You wanna in my way, then I'll smash ya You see a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro You rhyme like a weasel, my are cock diesel
So step if you feel cocky And I'll flip and bash skull like Rocky Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your plan You played out son like Dudley Captain
Set you down, explain you go far You rhyme kinda country some shit out of hee haw Ced Gee and I'm my wrath
rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass So now you know exactly the time I'm illin' on the new chorus line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus a chorus line, it's a chorus line Yo, Tim Dog, your rhyme
Yo, man the man himself The motherfuckin' illegal one Yo comin' up is Tim Dog Yo, Dog, eat motherfuckers
Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme sure nuff catch ya Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you can't blow is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion Suckers keep clashin' break 'em like glass and You just
Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, not badder than I'm rich and thick, cup of noodles My rhymes are hardcore you're rubber like doo doo Step back, ease back and just
I'm dissin' all suckers keep wishin' Rhyme and with the rhyme, bring another rhyme Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your rhyme Steppin' to the A.M., to the P.M.
Steppin' to the bus while I'm in the BM You see me jettin' right by with the fly girl in my ride You gettin' jealous? You be jealous Let me ask the fellas, hey,
Why is he jealous, jockin' me and my fly You really really wanna get inside You riff but I got the gift that come swift And got time for that bullshit
Pulsate devastate and Suckers that think great I just mutilate Tim Dog, comin' back with the up shit on the chorus line
It's a line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus It's a chorus line, a chorus line TR, yeah, your rhyme
I think, the track is complicated I don't know any that will accept the track like this We can't deal with stuff, it's too tight
Back again, comin' off on a hype The man is back again, 'cause like that Black, of fact, in death react Combat, motherfuckers don't that
Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up Freestyle, so wild I got the style you to hear Who's You better fear
TR, the super star like a In control, by far like a Benz or a Jaguar Boss Audi, like John Gotti
So my man whose name is Make a move, I'll you famous And if you choose to step to You get next to
the Exorcist I wrap like my man named Bolo Take out a city Chernobyl I'm greatly underrated, elevated
To serve and is how I demonstrate it To grooves and move to soothe and prove and guests performers I amuse To teach and reach, anyone or
A fan will my hand and wants to join the party I got skills and for each and every time On the chorus