When I a mic in my hand, it's devotion I began flowing in a smooth steady motion Cause I'mcontended to know I've invented Poetry which has highly complimented Thus how I rhyme is what I on stage And from a fraction of a thought I can a whole page I'll just a notebook from off the shelf And like Salt-N-Pepa I express To most 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 with a totally different Most of you flake front ya flex And hesitate on that should've been Memorex But you forgot I you're an amateur worshipper, nowI prefer ThatI remind you or tease ya on who's the Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory get this just as quiet as it's kept MC's on the from teh start has slept Let's shake them,wake them, 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 yourself to be the quiet storm You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish But as they say, yo, to its own And to each one who with a microphone Abbreviate and M.I.C. what, Myself, I, you see I invite those to battle me they're through Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're too The rap convention or the MC I have rhymes to block those who hit The belt, that means a rhyme Yes, wax you, tax you and plus save time Now who is known to his own And words are heard like a baritone Freestyle that's wild and bold That'll in your face and still come so cold That I'll freeze you to the point of Now you're trapped in the Of The Lost Should I, could I, would I When it's a sore loser like you I choose To roll your big eyes and your buck teeth Because you're upset that you caused beef Yo homeboy, I never meant to But a slaughter, can someone help him please Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen belt Once The Genius gets heated up, will melt Then after ya melt, ya dripping like water Then you can say this was a Goddamn You have what it takes to be an MC Ya just as ya wanna be
Ain't no rhymes the one I got put competitors 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 the crowd boos increase Hey, may I say I'll a DJ MC who try to me or portray One who he gain much respect But in a battle, up and down ya getting wrecked Cauise getting with me is definitely a Or diving in a pool first without water So don't set up to get brutalized That only happens when you're not Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm That I can wreck a microphone it's pathetic Oka, got it in your head, 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 jock Now you around praising my name Cause i'm slamming and I you feel the pain You don't have what it to be an MC Ya phony as ya wanna be