Well goodness gracious, let me take this out to pull a rhyme out, and update this For you and yours, because MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the of a chicken Cause I'm mad a pit when my man says, "sick 'em" is the mindstate, but it could still mean that I will a ill, malicious like mean rap they 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, don't ask me to Realize, I'm not to be played with I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the kid I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff All the phony-baloney, that out like Pro-Keds You've got no leads, so you shoot It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top my money, and investin it wisely Snatchin up chumps when try to sneak by me I'm the dominant one, call me the one And as I'm I'll be bombin the dumb Deaf and blind cause I was with a sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like lunchtime Or crunchtime, when they get done warning I'll that butt from nighttime til morning Your song's boring, and so I'm Much cause when it's time to throw joints I cause havoc, the mic I grab is savage I the stage, and make you get off The force is like a three-eight, blowin your off And that's in case you might be wearin a vest Cause you're simply a pest in this mess I you
Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear And concise with a dope voice and Killin the like a taste of some poison Punks are they're alla that, their voices are all flat They're findin their names, in a Wack Almanac Me follow hollow crap, no way Jose I'll seek out a sound, to somethin Premier plays Days will go by, and you'll know why MC's me will rise like the Enterprise Starship, straight for the target Destination, a place where no Is permitted, the is with it to explain How some MC's are to ride on a Four train Or any train in the city, for that matter Playin a role that they like a batter But I know they ain't so paint the real picture My go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha Square in your face I'll crack your and your chest you thought your off-brand jam was the best You fessed cause you guessed people would be I'm gonna bust that bubble on the "take a rest"
Sit and reflect, ponder and chill out like daggers make blood spill out But you can't blame me, for disaster With all ducks, claimin that they're the masters thing they mastered, is how to get wacker As I roll uphill, they roll faster Now they're how they lost their touch Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too 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 to get some Cause they know better, to challenge this go-getter They get bust you can cause I won't let a Booty-ass rapper get wins me? I guarantee that I act friendly crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, while they get on I slaughter and slay, or em up quick Cause the lyrics they kick make me sick No substance, no value, but They're gettin daytime play but I still say should "take a rest"