See, what you gotta do is ( ? ) at stations I`m gracin
Contest, start the process of elimination
Make a maneouvre, you move too fast to see
Who`s next up? Let`s see who`s ( ? ) decree
My strike is fatal, you feel the wrath, you`re doomed
Today is gonna be dog day`s afternoon
Rappers, I torture, teach em what naughty means
Pick em like coffee beans and show em what `off me` means
They go against, they never win, they get dock-seated
Lyrics hit you so hard you think you had a shock treatment
Rappers, I pass flash by em like a thunderclap
My mic is a axe, so call me a rappin lumberjack
A terrorizin terror makin no errors
You`re a duck, so I`ma pluck all of your feathers
My voice remounts, it`s full like a fountain
MC`s, I caught em, manslaughter em while I`m countin
They mullah, then I look in they crew`s eye
Watch em take a deep breath, then step from the set
Cause my killer instincts will show in deadly ways
Look around, can you count all the heads I laid?
Lak Shabazz, a menace, a real trouble maker
Let it be known that I`m hard, I love to take a
Weak wack rapper and make him ( ? ) me
Because he looks like Bozo the Clown to me
Everything is serious, nothin to smile for
You gotta brace yourself for the style wars
(Ready to go to war - now)
(We are ready to go to war - now)
Well, I`m back to attack, clash of a mic and a titan
I`m fully equipped to rip and totally enlighten
Lyrics are swift and smooth, hit you real, see
When you hear em, you forget all about the beat
Lak`s the name, not a game like double dare
MC`s get scared or beware because trouble`s here
You wanna battle me? Hey look, go for it
Your lyrics are old school, prehistoric
Ancient, corroded and busted
Greasy and dirty and full of combustion
What a ( ? ), what a pity, what a waste of time
You want def rhymes? Here`s a taste of mine
Lyrics I write contain a hard, def style
Yours are soft and moist, made out of textile
( ? ), put em in the double x file
Of wack rappers, they gotta exile
Call me an undertaker, I use my mic like a guillotine
Take 10 seconds to find out what killer mean
There`s always a sucker in the crowd that`ll spill the beans
So just bodybag him and ship him to the Philippines
Mission accomplished like I promised
You`re on a wack staff, I got the last laugh
I`m cold serious, nothin to smile for
You gotta brace yourself for the style wars
Cause these are the style wars
DJ Cee Just
(We are ready to go to war - now)
Ah yeah, Flavor Unit in effect
1990, small things behind me
Righteous Force Productions in effect
You know what I`m sayin
Cold rippin off necks
And I`m outta here
We in effect, y`all
Peace
