Lyrics:
the truth
And I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth
It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans
All you petty MC's
I'm the Ladies Love, legend in leather
Long and lean, and I don't wear pleather
Last of the red hot loving MC's
Looking for a little, that's my
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne
Takin' off like
I'm not even asking, "yo what's cracking?"
Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan
So start packing because I'm back in
The game of hi-phop
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
I'm blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper
On a track so
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ground like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White boys cut my toupee
Seventh day rester, or screenplay
I slump MC slay, it ain't
With your emotions unplugging your daydream face reality
Reason through MC's inflicting fatalities
Ain't no cap on my salary
I'm gettin' g's if you
more model head?
I'm insulted, you should go 'head
And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead
And the flow just hit code red
Top five MCs
want to be is dicky down
[Chorus]
(CL Smooth)
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about
the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
Hey yo Punisher, hit em
stigma
Stink box, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sink box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
well, I'm right here
You looking for competition, ain't no one there
Ya'll in the stands dissin', kickin' dirt and missin'
My heavenly flow put MC's in
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggas
Feed off,
relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
bricks up
Garbage MC's better run for it
Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk
On this side of the yard and respect me for takin it to 'em
So expect me
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
a game, yo, you know my name
Forget all the MC's who like to mingle
Yo, baby, let me see your earrings jingle
(They're jingling, baby) go 'head, baby
stigma
Stink box, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sink box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange
ground like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White boys cut my toupee
Seventh day rester, or screenplay
I slump MC slay, it ain't
a Tasha
Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin'
And thinkin, "What's that shit they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis
not a one way DJ
Coin two side, get that?
Hear dis
Shabba Rankin', reggae people's callin' out
People from east, west, north and south
Say, I'm the MC
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