Yo!
Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit!
I write raps
And when niggaz bite I clap
`Cos their shit sounds better now.
You done let me down
I thought it would be dope but instead
Your shit`s dead
You gets fed
To the alligators lurking in the moat
Peep what I wrote
You bit so hard I though your shit was a quote.
But still I`m taxing axing the competition
And any wack men I stomp & dis `em
Easily.
And you can feel the pressure, plus
When I bust MCs`ll be
Trampling eachother trying to exit,
When I flex it,
The way I wreck shit is not unexpected.
Niggaz just lose when I choose
The best crews of MCs,
And turn `em into refugees.
I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the
?Styles I compiles?, and cut `em up like ?vows?.
Think to yourself I write the shit
So you can bite the shit,
And I`ll know, despite you get props.
[To da beat!]
Niggaz get dropped.
Sample: That`s how it was and that`s how it is!
Enough with this wackness,
Enough is my ?check?,
Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX.
I come real when I show skill,
(Hey, yo, Saafir!) You macked on that ho ill,
And that`s for real, my flow still
Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting
Shots when cash gets hot.
You`re not fresh, so you hating when I be just
Ripping microphones without stating the obvious.
Now how much harder can it get?
Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin` like me
A year ago.
Shit, old, kaput, I got loot,
To the hos I`m cute, and so I always got boots.
It`s me, so be free to feel the ?Ivy swing?,
More niggaz got my back than Rodney King.
I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write
Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright.
And you`ll run and tell your man, Yo, peep this twist,
It`s real, try to practise. But the mack is
Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound,
I`m kickin` shit to make MCs back down.
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads,
Niggaz can be dead, I got `em in line, like ?Stimpy?.
Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt.
You`re wack and it`s all your fault.
