When I hold a mic in my hand, devotion Then I flowing in a smooth steady motion Cause I'mcontended to know I've invented Poetry has been highly complimented how I rhyme is what I feel on stage And from a fraction of a thought I can a whole page just pull a notebook from off the shelf And Salt-N-Pepa I express myself To make most of you know me, and of you don't But when it comes to challenging, I bet none of you won't Arrange a battle, improve style Against a brother a totally different profile of you flake cold front ya flex And hesitate on that should've been Memorex But you I remember you're an amateur Mystery worshipper, prefer remind you or tease ya on who's the boss Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory Well get this as quiet as it's kept MC's on the chart from teh start has Let's shake them,wake them, should be woke For They take MC'ing for a practical joke You don't have it takes to be an MC Ya as phony as ya wanna be
You yourself to be the quiet storm a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form But as they say, yo, to its own And to each one who plays 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 or the MC show I have rhymes to block who hit below The belt, that means a rhyme Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and save time Now who is known to his own And words are heard like a strong Freestyle that's wild and bold That'll smile in your face and come so cold That freeze you to the point of non-defrost Now trapped in the Land Of The Lost I, could I, would I lose When it's a selfish sore loser you I choose To roll big eyes and suck your buck teeth Because upset that you ever caused beef Yo homeboy, I meant to tease But a slaughter, can someone help him please Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen belt Once The Genius gets up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start like water you can say this was a Goddamn slaughter You don't what it takes to be an MC Ya just as ya wanna be
Ain't no like the one I got They put in a trance, y'all stations ran them a lot They made children play and 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 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, straight up and down ya wrecked Cauise with me is definitely a slaughter Or diving in a 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 head, correct That I'm victoriouson any You disbelieve, huh, call the title Then after one rhyme be calling me your idol like..zap...another one on my jock strap Now you around praising my name Cause i'm and I make you feel the pain You don't have what it to be an MC Ya just phony as ya be