Some rappers pick up the mic and to dabble But I'm gonna flow with the show and babble Take your hand, make stand To my left, jeff, a pest and you fessed and I think you'd find a new profession You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think guessing No time for fessing or faking, messing or Mistakes, it takes heavyweights to stakes Or high, so why would you ever want to And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna Ya down, you clown, cause the that you're hearing is dope You can't cope slowpoke, so up the soap And a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one You it course you sad one You can't get with the you hit with In this rhyme, so maybe next
Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're Get on the and get dumb Cause the master, a-c-e is about to kick it wicked the title, in your face I'm gonna stick it But yo don't resh the speech that you use a little more spice, ice, you're nice The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, You can't money saying rhymes on the street So yo get back, jack, a smack is what you just get To the grill, bill, so chill, or I just swing, king Crown, you're down you're like a plane, wayne Cause you ain't fly, in you try and I'm a rain Right on your head so shed hats and The are in friend, I win hands down, clown You tried biting, but biting is a So maybe next
I like to cruise around the city, find me a Seditty, sexy young that is pretty (meow meow meow) says the The hotel room I got's a fifty in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs To make sure my is up to par and I introduce as the capital a the c the e And say "hello" and "bonjour" if And if she's a bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder And hold, cause nobody her the master ace, could move so many hips Just by the from my lips Well um dinner was a winner, the was groovy The park was dark as we walked and and played, chased and raced Sat and chat, shared and stared, into other's eyes and lies Spilled from your mouth then as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend But I know you cousin and cousin dropped dime Oh well, maybe time
Mc's wild better get calm Or get laughed at like like a sitcom I my name a with the c-e Not an "lf" folks, and I'm "different strokes" Huh, I'm "head of the class" fast and as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as I have "good times" And "happy days" I'm like a hummer And smooth and my rhymes like a punter "one day at a time" is how I life So no I'm not "married with children" and no I do not have a Instead I prefer to have a girl and Experience "growing pains" it's a "different world" and Rappers try to play me, like a sport Try to bite my at "night" but get "court" "give me a break" catch a "taxi" and leave You might be a "star" but "trek" you down Rapping, it's a living and been one for years "jeffersons" in my wallet, in my glass, I say "cheers" You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't But maybe next