When I hold a mic in my hand, it's Then I began flowing in a smooth steady Cause i'mcontended to know I've invented Poetry which has been complimented Thus how I rhyme is I feel on stage And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole I'll 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 when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you Arrange a battle, your style Against a brother a totally different profile Most of you flake cold ya flex And on rhymes that should've been memorex But you forgot I remember you're an Mystery worshipper, nowi Thati remind you or tease ya on who's the you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss Well get this just as quiet as it's on the chart from teh start has slept Let's shake them,wake them, should 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 yourself 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 microphone and m.i.c. what, myself, i, you see I those to battle me then they're through Bust it, i'mnot you're invited too The rap or the mc show I have rhymes to block who hit below The belt, means biting a rhyme 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 in your face and still come so cold That I'll freeze you to the 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 like you I To roll your big eyes and suck your buck Because you're upset that you ever caused Yo homeboy, I never to tease But it's a slaughter, can someone help him Feeling uncomfortable, loosen your belt Once the genius heated up, suckers will melt Then ya melt, ya start dripping like water Then you can say this was a goddamn You don't what it takes to be an mc Ya just phony as ya be
Ain't no rhymes the one I got They put in a trance, y'all Radio ran them a lot They children play and dance y'all How dare ya you're an mc When the crowd on who claim to be Cause your piece are the rhymes you release And that only make the crowd increase Hey, may I say I'll a dj Mc who try to defeat me or One who claims he much respect But in a battle, up and down ya getting wrecked Cauise with me is definitely a slaughter Or diving in a pool head first water So don't set up to get brutalized That only when you're not energized Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic Oka, got it in head, correct I'm victoriouson any subect You disbelieve, then huh, the title after one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol It's like..zap...another one on my strap Now you walk praising my name I'm slamming and I make you feel the pain You don't what it takes to be an mc Ya phony as ya wanna be