Can you with it? Can you with it? Can you with it?
Rappers step on the X, then go to shit I got the mic in my and well equipped Usin' my style for a firm set of beware, the club windows I'm bashin' Throwin' rhymes and bombs and some
You better move quick but not slow I get smooth on daddy and Why? I'm the great grandfather MC in motion, G as in go Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so defyin'
Super keep tryin' You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild And at birds and bees that come sting them after time, rhyme after rhyme
'Cause you ain't jack shit, not a dime A and penny, a one dollar bill How can you break and tell brothers to chill? You ain't the man to move and stop the No how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall Straight on your brain, the X'll drop
Leave a with mumps and chicken pox still and stiff like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and and start panickin' I'm rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the I'm not your mother Father, son, your pissy little
are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen You you're hard with them hats and all that black on not scarin' the X, yo bring the wack on I the mic up and bust like a mack 10 my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of stairs This ain't no or break from Roy Ayers I'm a convict, skippin' the prison line Yo, I'm on the line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus It's a chorus line, it's a line It's a chorus line, a chorus line Flipmaster, your rhyme
Yeah, my funkiest deep down from the Down in the Bronx, is the funk
Yo, melody change up, grip on the right I correct hit hard like a fist fight I thank God for the ways For writin' these dope and rappers I slaid
I'm the rhyme gram as dope as I can and To you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam To a punk and make 'em beg for mercy Because nothin', he can't touch me
The master has to blast ya faster You wanna step in my way, then I'll 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 skull like you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan You out son like Dudley Captain Caveman
Set you down, explain you go far You rhyme country like some shit out of hee haw Ced Gee and I'm my wrath
rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass So now you exactly what's the time I'm cold illin' on the new line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a line It's a chorus line, it's a line Yo, Tim Dog, bust your
Yo, man it's the man The motherfuckin' alien one Yo up next is Tim Dog Yo, Dog, eat motherfuckers
Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll nuff catch ya Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still can't Rhythm is smashin' whippin' ass is a Suckers keep clashin' break 'em like glass and You just
Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, you're not badder 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 that keep Rhyme and rhyme the rhyme, bring another rhyme Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your rhyme to the A.M., steppin' to the P.M.
Steppin' to the bus I'm ridin' in the BM You see me right by with the fly Latin 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 wanna riff but I got the gift that swift And ain't got time for that
devastate and innovate Suckers that think they're great I 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, a chorus line It's a line, it's a chorus line TR, yeah, your rhyme
I think, the track is complicated I don't any place that will accept the track like this We can't deal with that stuff, it's too
Back again, off on a hype track The man is again, 'cause it's like that Black, of fact, in death react Combat, motherfuckers want that
Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up Freestyle, so buck I got the style you want to Who's next? You better
TR, the super star a Czar In control, by far Cruisin' like a Benz or a Boss your Audi, John Gotti
So my man whose name is Make a move, I'll you famous And if you choose to to this You get to this?
Remember the I wrap rappers like my man named Take out a city like I'm underrated, highly elevated
To and destroy is how I demonstrate it To keep and move to soothe and prove Fans and performers I amuse To and reach, anyone or anybody
A fan will grab my hand and wants to join the I got and style for each and every time On the line