Some rappers pick up the mic and to dabble But I'm flow with the show and never babble Take your hand, make stand To my left, jeff, a pest and you fessed and I think you'd better a new profession You that you wanna be a rapper? well I think you're guessing No time for fessing or faking, messing or Mistakes, cause it heavyweights to stakes Or high, so why would you want to front? And try such a stunt, now the ace is hunt Ya down, you clown, cause the sound you're hearing is dope You can't cope slowpoke, so up the soap And catch a bad one, you wanted a and you had one You it course you sad one You get with the style you hit with In rhyme, so maybe next time
Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no where you're from Get on the and get dumb Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to it wicked Here's the title, in your 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 was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, pete You can't money saying rhymes on the street So yo get back, jack, a is what you might just get To the grill, bill, so chill, or I might swing, king Crown, you're down you're like a plane, wayne Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a Right on your head so shed hats and The votes are in friend, I win hands down, You tried biting, but is a crime So next time
I like to around the city, find me a witty Seditty, sexy young lady is pretty (meow meow meow) the kitty The hotel room I got's a fifty Booties in miniskirts, cuties and certs To make sure my is up to par and I myself as the capital a the c the e And say "hello" and "bonjour" if And if she's a little bit older I'll put her on my shoulder And hold, nobody told her That the master ace, move so many hips Just by the sounds my lips Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was The park was dark as we walked and Stayed and played, and raced Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's eyes and from your mouth right then Cause as we you insisted, you had no boyfriend But I know you cousin and your cousin dime Oh well, maybe next
Mc's acting wild get calm Or you'll get at like like a sitcom I spell my a with the c-e Not an "lf" folks, and I'm "different strokes" Huh, I'm "head of the class" and furious Rhymes as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as I "good times" And "happy days" I'm slick like a And smooth and kick my rhymes like a "one day at a time" is how I live So no I'm not "married with children" and no I do not a wife I would prefer to have a girl and Experience "growing pains" it's a "different world" and Rappers try to play me, just like a Try to my rhymes at "night" but get "court" "give me a break" a "taxi" and leave town You be a "star" but I'll "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, you? But next time