Let me you somethin' about an A-B-C style The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K The L, the M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's to me
to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time And move on, you better get week to work with or quit I'm on some ol' l shit, capable of murder but I never committed Takin' no shorts so you forget it
Tracklin' the world on my tone station, taught her emcee executioner Wicked witch, your ditch Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger a hand-grenade Rhymes are laid, go than a mermaid than a siren, I'm not retirin' Despirin', admirin' the way I'm fly And I sees ecleptoes and I resent Brothers who on, when they shoulda kept on
Rollin' with rush it don't get no I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, I was back the man superior, right? You take my title, yo, you'll be aight
You stand below the I stand on You my faction to put the man on I shake and bake and the laws of gravity And if you chew on, get a cavity
'Cause I'ma giant, and a pee-wee And all that LL shit, you see me cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak 'Cause it no rougher, it gets no rougher
Yo man, you know how we take the order A-B-C You what I'm sayin'? Yo, cuttin' no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em
I the juice smack dab in your face Do damage, I'm up the pace My mics' like a torch when I'm at nighttime to the dome, it's like a pipe-line
High speed, stronger than you pick up the mic to get fly You need all the khaki's that you can feature So I can you, you know the procedure
Listen to the man intellectualize, Your posse gettin' paralyzed I don't hear no alibi's, don't apologize I'll put the in your eyes!
The in your face, like a District Attorney, I'm on the case rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down The is booty get the picture now? the rigamarole, to get me-a-go
I'm figurin' yo, nigga you I allow, not now, no way, no how Any form of disrespect, you bow Time gets rough to swamp I do it In between my jaws got chomped
The cordless mic is my utensil Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em a pencil 'Cause I'm massive and you're a fry You're all in, a stunt, a Outta I slaughter wax to make you suffer 'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no
Shut up, the cats' got attention to get And drop l dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin' You what I'm sayin'?
Let me ask you ask a a minute Who take the game of rap and rule it alone Demonstrate styles on the microphone Build an empire like an king I had to show apu jack the ripper could
rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents There's one title I own it flip-flop, I bust out the workshop They try to eavesdrop, goin' to rock
Aerodynamically, it's all automatically, the way I jiggly full of 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope Then I cut 'em like a on the table They able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable
Crack your back bone, hotter brimstone Doin' your justice overseein' a chaporone Huh, on the scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin' machine Eat a rapper a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandage Crack the stage and the audience damaged
Yeah, get funky on that cut, get on it Yo, l, them lyrics is dope man you I'm sayin'? You better raw sick for This how we do it Pump that good man, let's cut us real, real somethin' Yo, this
I'm kinda like a soldier, see I ya I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya Captive, a mack-tive, make sure I'll track it L'll speak a cell a as your backs' gettin' weaker
I the beat and get shieker over king, you're too over-eager You're tryin' to make a for I'ma prove you're
I he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin' When you mess with, the man the plan Mic in his and a fresh skit R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher, so we are
to face, mic to mic, man to man While your ship is sinkin' in quicksand Strappin' to the bottom a two-ton anchor And break, pull the rope, blank, I'm a sniper
Rapper like a pack, on 'em like a mack My DJ cut-creator scratch a record a cat E at my side pride who got a bigger rep Shh smoke the mic a cigarette
Every is rough a pull could kill a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke I run through like water through rubber hoses Nigga, I'm comin' up Step back I got the title bear-witness to a dope I've killed men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again 'Cause it get no
You know I'm sayin'? I'm rulin' this game It don't get no rougher, peace, LL J