When I hold a mic in my hand, it's Then I began flowing in a smooth motion Cause I'mcontended to know I've invented Poetry 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 I'll just pull a notebook from off the And like Salt-N-Pepa I express To make most of you know me, and some of you But when it to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't Arrange a battle, improve style Against a brother with a different profile Most of you flake cold 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 get this just as quiet as it's kept MC's on the chart teh start has slept Let's them,wake them, they should be woke For They take MC'ing for a practical joke You have what it takes to be an MC Ya as phony as ya wanna be
You present to be the quiet storm You're a sneaky in a devilish form But as say, yo, to each its own And to one who plays with a microphone Abbreviate and M.I.C. what, Myself, I, you see I invite those to battle me they're through it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too The rap convention or the MC I have rhymes to block who hit below The belt, that means biting a Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save Now who is known to his own And words are like a strong baritone Freestyle techniques that's and bold smile in your face and still come so cold That I'll you to the point of non-defrost Now you're trapped in the Land Of The Should I, could I, would I it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose To roll your big eyes and suck your teeth Because you're upset that you ever caused Yo homeboy, I never meant to But it's a slaughter, can someone help him uncomfortable, then loosen your belt Once The Genius heated up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start like water Then you can say this was a slaughter You don't what it takes to be an MC Ya just phony as ya be
no rhymes like the one I got They put competitors in a trance, stations ran them a lot They made children play and y'all How dare ya you're an MC the crowd disagrees on who claim to be Cause your piece are the rhymes you release And only make the crowd boos increase Hey, may I say stay a DJ MC who try to me or portray One who claims he gain respect But in a battle, up and down 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 only happens when you're not energized Bit I'm so energized, I'm energetic That I can wreck a microphone 'til pathetic Oka, got it in your head, I'm victoriouson any subect You disbelieve, huh, call the title Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me idol It's like..zap...another one on my jock Now you around praising my name Cause i'm slamming and I make you the pain You don't what it takes to be an MC Ya just as ya wanna be