When I hold a mic in my hand, devotion Then I began in a smooth steady motion Cause i'mcontended to know I've invented Poetry which has been complimented Thus how I is what I feel on stage And from a fraction of a thought I can write a page I'll just pull a from off the shelf And like salt-n-pepa I express To make most of you me, and some of you don't But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet of you won't Arrange a battle, your style Against a brother a totally different profile of you flake cold front ya flex And on rhymes that should've been memorex But you forgot I you're an amateur Mystery worshipper, nowi Thati you or tease ya on who's the boss Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory Well get just as quiet as it's kept Mc's on the chart teh start has slept Let's shake them,wake them, should be woke For what? they take mc'ing for a joke You don't have what it to be an mc Ya just as as ya wanna be
You present to be the quiet storm You're a sneaky in a devilish form But as they say, yo, to it's own And to each one who plays a microphone microphone and m.i.c. what, myself, i, you see I invite those to battle me then they're Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're too The rap or the mc show I have to block those who hit below The belt, means biting a rhyme Yes, wax you, tax you and plus save time Now who is to uphold his own And words are heard a strong baritone techniques that's wild and bold That'll in your face and still come so cold That freeze you to the point of non-defrost Now you're trapped in the of the lost Should i, could i, I lose When a selfish sore loser like you I choose To roll your big eyes and suck your buck Because you're upset that you caused beef Yo homeboy, I never to tease But it's a slaughter, can help him please Feeling uncomfortable, loosen your belt Once the genius gets up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start like water Then you can say this was a goddamn You don't what it takes to be an mc Ya phony as ya wanna be
Ain't no rhymes the one I got put competitors in a trance, y'all Radio stations ran a lot They children play and dance y'all How dare ya mention an mc the crowd disagrees on who claim to be Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you And that make the crowd boos increase Hey, may I say stay a dj Mc who try to defeat me or One who claims he gain respect But in a battle, straight up and down ya wrecked Cauise getting with me is 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 I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic 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 your It's like..zap...another one on my jock Now you around praising my name Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the You don't have what it to be an mc Ya just as ya wanna be