When I hold a mic in my hand, devotion Then I began flowing in a smooth steady Cause i'mcontended to know I've invented which has been highly complimented Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on And from a fraction of a I can write a whole page just pull a notebook from off the shelf And like salt-n-pepa I myself To make of you know me, and some of you don't But it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't Arrange a battle, improve style Against a brother a totally different profile Most of you flake cold front ya And on rhymes that should've been memorex But you forgot I remember you're an Mystery worshipper, nowi remind you or tease ya on who's the boss Cause you amnesia, that's memory loss Well get this as quiet as it's kept Mc's on the from teh start has slept Let's shake them,wake them, they should be For what? they take mc'ing for a practical You don't have it takes to be an mc Ya as phony as ya wanna be
You present to be the quiet storm a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form But as they say, yo, to each own And to each one who plays a microphone Abbreviate and m.i.c. what, myself, i, you see I invite those to me then they're through Bust it, i'mnot you're invited 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 are heard like a strong baritone Freestyle techniques that's and bold smile 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, would I When it's a selfish sore loser you I choose To your big eyes and suck your buck teeth Because you're upset that you ever beef Yo homeboy, I meant to tease But it's a slaughter, can someone help him Feeling uncomfortable, loosen your belt the genius gets heated up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like Then you can say this was a slaughter You don't what it takes to be an mc Ya just as ya wanna be
no rhymes like the one I got They put in a trance, y'all Radio ran them a lot made children play and dance y'all How dare ya mention an mc When the crowd disagrees on who to be Cause your piece are the rhymes you release And that only make the crowd boos Hey, may I say stay a dj Mc who try to me or portray One who claims he much respect But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting Cauise getting with me is a slaughter Or diving in a pool head without water So set yourself up to get brutalized That only when you're not energized Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's Oka, got it in your head, That I'm victoriouson any You disbelieve, then huh, the title Then one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol It's like..zap...another one on my strap Now you walk praising my name Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the You have what it takes to be an mc Ya just phony as ya be