When I hold a mic in my hand, devotion Then I began flowing in a steady motion Cause to know that I've invented which has been 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 from off the shelf And like Salt-N-Pepa I myself To make most of you me, and some of you don't But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you Arrange a battle, improve your Against a brother a totally different profile Most of you flake cold front ya And hesitate on 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 as it's kept MC's on the chart from teh has slept Let's shake them,wake them, they should be For what? They take MC'ing for a practical You don't have what it to be an MC Ya just as phony as ya be
You present yourself to be the storm You're a sneaky littlesnake in a form But as they say, yo, to 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 those who hit The belt, that means biting a Yes, wax you, tax you and plus save time Now who is to uphold his own And words are heard like a baritone Freestyle that's wild and bold That'll smile in your face and still come so That I'll you to the point of non-defrost Now trapped in the Land Of The Lost Should I, could I, I lose When it's a selfish loser like you I choose To your big eyes and suck your buck teeth you're upset that you ever caused beef Yo homeboy, I never meant to But it's a slaughter, can someone him please uncomfortable, then loosen your belt Once The Genius gets heated up, will melt after ya melt, ya start dripping like water Then you can say this was a Goddamn You don't have what it to be an MC Ya just phony as ya be
no rhymes like the one I got They put competitors in a trance, Radio ran them a lot They 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 that only make the 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 Cauise getting me is definitely a slaughter Or diving in a head first without water So don't set up to get brutalized That only when you're not energized Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm That I can wreck a 'til it's pathetic Oka, got it in head, correct That I'm 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 strap Now you walk praising my name i'm slamming and I make you feel the pain You don't have what it to be an MC Ya phony as ya wanna be