What I'm about to flow on is so The hip hop fiend couldn't cope Or explain my because it's hard to define So the fiend and think and nod to the rhyme That I lay in a straight narrow path While beats are just flowin' off a phonograph Bass loud, high hats crisp and That'll never let a weak MC Or bring about technical difficulties So I got prepared and I these That just broke loose from the brain Searching for dope beats on the plane For you to write new it is a must But I come off rhymes old as dust Even as a of dust it existed Ya got Forget it, ya it
I'm The is slammin'
You me on the mic, no way That's me played in April on the 1st day Now who's a fool? What do you strive time juice on the box and fans galore Forget it, you're not hype as they want you With a of 200 your rhymin' IQ Is 10, meaning thin, you'll win So erase that, I'm not gonna friend I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda up But I define challenge, a total fuck up And it's critical, a crying How many MC's challenge me, and die in But you should've came with ya rap Community, now where's your Cause what I see now is you and I And you're too to stop me from doin' my Damage, you know, type of and fender NAH!, not the way I did Brenda But you had the audacity to to me Thinking you was Cassidy and you could do me How can you do me when you don't me And out of the hip hop ya couldn't show me One style may have damaged me But that's you'll never see
M.C. means mic I build That have suckers like what track and field When I please don't interrupt ya if's or and's or but's keep ya mouth shut The hip hop style that I own is highly To bury like a dog bury bones And in field, yo, I'm extraordinary And in my back yard a cemetary Of MC's who try to speak And off preak technique that's soft and very Yet they have the heart to ask me to duel And like Mr. T, I pity the The shining chrome is the device That makes me stand out men amongst mice So respond to the then fly Straight to the sky on a high Cause I'm the buck wild and bitter Thinking about tryingme then if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Double Dare you And speaking of your low life, I spare you Cause not worthy of the mercy Anyway The Genius is just blood So a lickin' as the plot thickens ya head is took, ya be pumping like a chicken How can you ever say my style was When my rhymes be shit like a switchblade