What I'm about to on is so dope The hip hop fiend couldn't cope Or explain my because it's hard to define So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the That I lay down in a narrow path While beats are just off a modern phonograph loud, high hats crisp and clear That'll never let a MC interfere Or bring about some technical So I got and I wrote these Rhymes That broke loose from the brain Searching for dope on the same plane For you to new rhymes it is a must But I come off with old as dust as a speck of dust it existed Ya got it, ya missed it
I'm The is slammin'
You me on the mic, no way That's me being in April on the 1st day Now who's a fool? What do you strive Prime time on the box and fans galore Forget it, cause you're not as they want you With a of 200 your rhymin' IQ Is 10, meaning thin, never win So erase that, I'm not gonna lose I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda up But I define your challenge, a fuck up And critical, a crying shame How many MC's me, and die in vain But you came with ya whole rap Community, now where's unity what I see right now is you and I And you're too weak to me from doin' my Damage, you know, type of body and NAH!, not the way I did Brenda But you had the audacity to to me Thinking you was Butch and you could do me How can you do me you don't know me And out of the hip hop ya couldn't show me One style that may have me But that's something never see
M.C. mic constructor I build That have suckers running like track and field When I conduct don't interrupt With ya if's or and's or but's keep ya shut The hip hop style I own is highly known To MC's like a dog bury bones And in this field, yo, I'm And in my back there's a cemetary Of meek MC's who try to And off preak technique soft and very weak Yet they still have the heart to ask me to And Mr. T, I pity the fool The shining chrome is the device That makes me stand out men amongst mice So to the stimuli then fly Straight to the sky on a natural Cause I'm the transmitter wild and bitter about tryingme then reconsider Cause if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Dare you And speaking of your low life, I won't you Cause not worthy of the mercy The Genius is just blood thirsty So take a as the plot thickens While ya head is took, ya be like a chicken How can you say my style was played When my rhymes be chopping shit like a