Well goodness gracious, let me just this Time out to pull a out, and update this For you and yours, simply Some MC's luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a I'm mad like a pit when my man says, "sick 'em" Positive is the mindstate, but it still mean that I kick 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 analyze criticize The outcome is death, ask me to sympathize Realize, that I'm not to be played I'll so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the stuff said All the phony-baloney, that went out Pro-Keds got no leads, so you shoot blanks It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top my money, and investin it wisely Snatchin up chumps when they try to by me I'm the dominant one, me the prominent one And as I'm speakin I'll be the dumb and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like lunchtime Or crunchtime, they get done without warning I'll bust that from nighttime til morning song's boring, and so I'm scoring Much points cause it's time to throw joints I cause havoc, the mic I is like savage I invade the stage, and you get off The force is like a three-eight, your head off And that's just in you might be wearin a vest Cause you're simply a pest in mess I suggest you
Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these here Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes And concise with a dope voice and Killin the fakes like a taste of some Punks are thinkin alla that, their voices are all flat They're findin their names, in a Wack Almanac Me follow that hollow crap, no way seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays Days go by, and soon you'll know why MC's like me will like the Enterprise Starship, headin straight for the Destination, a place where no Is permitted, the Guru is with it to How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four Or any train in the city, for that matter Playin a that they stole like a batter But I they ain't so I'll paint the real picture My go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha Square in your face I'll your ribs and your chest Cause you thought your jam was the best You fessed you guessed people would be impressed I'm gonna bust that on the double "take a rest"
Sit and reflect, ponder and chill out Rhymes like daggers blood spill out But you can't blame me, for bringin With all these ducks, claimin they're the masters thing they mastered, is how to get wacker As I roll uphill, they downhill faster Now they're wondering how lost their touch Wanna buy my but mine cost too much I'm the innovative one, me the creative one And I won't stop til the job is All the slobs just run when I come to get Cause they know better, than to challenge this They get bust you can trust I won't let a Booty-ass rapper get wins me? I guarantee I won't act friendly Cause have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, they get flipped on I and slay, or slap em up quick Cause the lyrics they make me seriously sick No substance, no value, but They're gettin daytime but I still say they should "take a rest"