When I hold a mic in my hand, its devotion
Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion
Cause imcontended to know that Ive invented
Poetry which has been highly complimented
Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage
And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page
Ill just pull a notebook from off the shelf
And like salt-n-pepa I express myself
To make most of you know me, and some of you dont
But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you wont
Arrange a battle, improve your style
Against a brother with a totally different profile
Most of you flake cold front ya flex
And hesitate on rhymes that shouldve been memorex
But you forgot I remember youre an amateur
Mystery worshipper, nowi prefer
Thati remind you or tease ya on whos the boss
Cause you suffer amnesia, thats memory loss
Well get this just as quiet as its kept
Mcs on the chart from teh start has slept
Lets shake them,wake them, they should be woke
For what? they take mcing for a practical joke
You dont have what it takes to be an mc
Ya just as phony as ya wanna be
You present yourself to be the quiet storm
Youre a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form
But as they say, yo, to each its own
And to each one who plays with a microphone
Abbreviate microphone and m.i.c.
Meaning what, myself, i, you see
I invite those to battle me then theyre through
Bust it, imnot prejudiced youre invited too
The rap convention or the mc show
I have rhymes to block those who hit below
The belt, that means biting a rhyme
Yes, Ill wax you, tax you and plus save time
Now who is known to uphold his own
And words are heard like a strong baritone
Freestyle techniques thats wild and bold
Thatll smile in your face and still come so cold
That Ill freeze you to the point of non-defrost
Now youre trapped in the land of the lost
Should i, could i, would I lose
When its a selfish sore loser like you I choose
To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth
Because youre upset that you ever caused beef
Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease
But its a slaughter, can someone help him please
Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt
Once the genius gets heated up, suckers will melt
Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water
Then you can say this was a goddamn slaughter
You dont have what it takes to be an mc
Ya just phony as ya wanna be
Aint no rhymes like the one I got
They put competitors in a trance, yall
Radio stations ran them a lot
They made children play and dance yall
How dare ya mention youre an mc
When the crowd disagrees on who claim to be
Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release
And that only make the crowd boos increase
Hey, may I say Ill stay a dj
Mc who try to defeat me or portray
One who claims he gain much respect
But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked
Cauise getting with me is definitely a slaughter
Or diving in a pool head first without water
So dont set yourself up to get brutalized
That only happens when youre not energized
Bit Im so damn energized, Im energetic
That I can wreck a microphone til its pathetic
Oka, got it in your head, correct
That Im victoriouson any subect
You disbelieve, then huh, call the title
Then after one rhyme youll be calling me your idol
Its like..zap...another one on my jock strap
Now you walk around praising my name
Cause Im slamming and I make you feel the pain
You dont have what it takes to be an mc
Ya just phony as ya wanna be
