Can you with it? Can you funk it? Can you funk it?
Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to I got the mic in my hand and equipped Usin' my for a firm set of action MC's beware, the club windows I'm Throwin' rhymes and and some cocktails
You better quick but not slow snails I get smooth on and granddaddy Why? 'Cause I'm the grandfather MC in motion, G as in go on off beat, the X is so death defyin'
Super keep tryin' You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the I'll chew your ass like on wild kingdom And look at birds and bees that sting them Time after time, rhyme after
'Cause you ain't jack shit, not a dime A nickel and penny, a one dollar How can you break and tell brothers to chill? You ain't the man to move and the cannonball No matter how you run hide, it's land and fall Straight on your brain, the X'll drop
Leave a rapper mumps and chicken pox Standin' still and like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat and panickin' I'm rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the I'm not your mother Father, son, pissy little cousin
are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen You think you're hard with them and all that black on not scarin' the X, yo bring the wack on I load the mic up and bust like a 10 While my DJ go wild, do a
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four This ain't no sample or break Roy Ayers I'm a convict, skippin' the prison line Yo, I'm on the line
It's a chorus line, a chorus line It's a line, it's a chorus line a chorus line, it's a chorus line Flipmaster, bust rhyme
Yeah, my funkiest deep from the underground Down in the Bronx, is the funk
Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat I come correct hit hard like a fist I thank God for pavin' the For writin' these dope rhymes and rappers I
I'm kickin' the rhyme gram as as I can and To you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam To crush a punk and make 'em beg for Because he's nothin', he can't 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 a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel
So step if you really feel And I'll flip and bash your like Rocky Call you Bullwinkle, your game plan You played out son like Dudley Captain
Set you down, explain you go far You rhyme country like some shit out of hee haw Ced Gee and I'm flexin' my
Takin' rappers by one, cold bustin' ass So now you know exactly what's the I'm cold illin' on the new chorus
It's a chorus line, a chorus line a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, a chorus line Yo, Tim Dog, your rhyme
Yo, man it's the man The illegal alien one Yo up next 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 is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion Suckers that keep clashin' 'em like glass and You shatterin'
Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, not badder than I'm and thick, you're cup of noodles My are hardcore when you're rubber like doo doo Step back, back and just listen
I'm dissin' all suckers keep wishin' Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, bring another Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother Steppin' to the A.M., to the P.M.
to the bus while I'm ridin' in the BM You see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin in my ride You gettin' You shouldn't be jealous 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 gift come swift And ain't got for that bullshit
Pulsate devastate and Suckers think they're great I just mutilate Tim Dog, back with the rhyme up shit on the chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus It's a chorus line, a chorus line It's a line, it's a chorus line TR, yeah, bust your
I think, the track is complicated I don't any place that will accept the track like this We can't deal with stuff, it's too tight
again, comin' off on a hype track The man is back again, it's like that Black, matter of fact, in react Combat, motherfuckers don't that
Style, rip it up style, a fill it up style Freestyle, so wild I got the you want to hear Who's next? You better
TR, the super like a Czar In control, by far Cruisin' a Benz or a Jaguar Boss your Audi, like Gotti
So my man whose name is a move, I'll make you famous And if you choose to step to You get to this?
the Exorcist I wrap like my man named Bolo out a city like Chernobyl I'm greatly underrated, elevated
To serve and is how I demonstrate it To keep grooves and move to soothe and Fans and performers I amuse To and reach, anyone or anybody
A fan will grab my and wants to join the party I got skills and style for each and time On the line