When I a mic in my hand, it's devotion Then I began in a smooth steady motion Cause i'mcontended to that I've invented Poetry which has highly complimented Thus how I is what I feel on stage And a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page I'll just pull a notebook off the shelf And like salt-n-pepa I express To most of you know me, and some of you don't But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you a battle, improve your style Against a brother with a different profile of you flake cold front ya flex And hesitate on rhymes that been memorex But you forgot I remember you're an Mystery worshipper, prefer remind you or tease ya on who's the boss Cause you suffer amnesia, that's loss Well get just as quiet as it's kept Mc's on the chart from teh has slept Let's shake them,wake them, they be woke For what? they mc'ing for a practical joke You don't have what it to be an mc Ya just as as ya wanna be
You present yourself to be the storm You're a littlesnake in a devilish form But as they say, yo, to each own And to each one who with a microphone Abbreviate and m.i.c. what, myself, i, you see I those to battle me then they're through Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced invited too The rap or the mc show I have rhymes to block who hit below The belt, that means biting a Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus time Now who is known to his own And words are heard a strong baritone Freestyle that's wild and bold That'll smile in your face and still so cold That freeze you to the point of non-defrost Now trapped in the land of the lost Should i, could i, would I When it's a selfish sore like you I choose To your big eyes and suck your buck teeth Because you're upset you ever caused beef Yo homeboy, I never to tease But it's a slaughter, can someone him please Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your Once the gets heated up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like Then you can say was a goddamn slaughter You have what it takes to be an mc Ya phony as ya wanna be
Ain't no rhymes the one I got They put in a trance, y'all Radio stations ran a lot made children play and dance y'all How dare ya mention an mc When the crowd on who claim to be your battle piece are the rhymes you release And only make the crowd boos increase Hey, may I say I'll a dj Mc who try to defeat me or One who claims he gain much But in a battle, straight up and ya getting wrecked getting with me is definitely a slaughter Or in a pool head first without water So don't set up to get brutalized That happens when you're not energized Bit I'm so energized, I'm energetic That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's Oka, got it in head, correct That I'm victoriouson any You disbelieve, then huh, the title Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me idol It's like..zap...another one on my jock Now you walk praising my name Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the You don't what it takes to be an mc Ya phony as ya wanna be