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