Well goodness gracious, let me take this Time out to pull a rhyme out, and this For you and yours, simply MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em feathers on the back of a chicken Cause I'm mad a pit when my man says, "sick 'em" Positive is the mindstate, but it still mean that I will a ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers forced me, to knock em all out and They think they things, like what I'm about and They try to criticize scandalize The is death, don't ask me to sympathize Realize, I'm not to be played with I'll so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the weak said All the phony-baloney, that went out like You've got no leads, so you shoot It's me the thanks as I step to the top ranks Bankin my money, and it wisely Snatchin up when they try to sneak by me I'm the dominant one, call me the one And as I'm speakin be bombin the dumb Deaf and cause I was born with a sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like it's Or crunchtime, they get done without warning I'll that butt from nighttime til morning song's boring, and so I'm scoring Much points cause when it's to throw joints I havoc, the mic I grab is like savage I invade the stage, and you get off The force is like a three-eight, your head off And just in case you might be wearin a vest Cause simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear And concise a nice dope voice and Killin the fakes like a taste of poison Punks are thinkin they're alla that, voices are all flat findin their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac Me that hollow crap, no way Jose I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin plays Days will go by, and soon you'll why MC's like me will rise the Enterprise Starship, headin for the target Destination, a place where no Is permitted, the is with it to explain How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four Or any other in the city, for that matter Playin a role they stole like a batter But I know ain't so I'll paint the real picture My vocals go solo and a bolo I'll hitcha Square in your face crack your ribs and your chest Cause you your off-brand jam was the best You fessed cause you guessed people would be I'm bust that bubble on the double "take a rest"
Sit back and reflect, ponder and out Rhymes daggers make blood spill out But you can't blame me, for disaster all these ducks, claimin that they're the masters Only thing mastered, is how to get wacker As I roll uphill, roll downhill faster Now they're wondering how they their touch buy my rhymes but mine cost too much I'm the innovative one, call me the one And I won't til the job is done All the slobs just run I come to get some Cause they know better, to challenge this go-getter They get you can trust cause I won't let a Booty-ass rapper get against me? I that I won't act friendly Cause crabs have a and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, while get flipped on I and slay, or slap em up quick Cause the lyrics they kick me seriously sick No substance, no value, but gettin daytime play but I still say they should "take a rest"