Lyrics:
mic out so we can speak out
When it's lights out, we go freak out
I got free-styles to take MC's out
My check one-two, I bring the heat out
I'm
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
to ashes to dust to dust
These devilish MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust
These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout
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
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
I move with my brother
And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast
flash and mood swings
Math shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it
For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
I observe MCs
talkin'
And we all last like that there
Ruin them all up like cat hair
We never fall off like hat wear
We some of the dopest MC's out there
Now eat
Black, paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
Sucker, MC's how I hate the way you waste your time
My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded
I
to rush to the set
Just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely
Ease over these beats and be so breezy
Jesus, how can shit be so easy?
How can one
shit 'til my bone collapse (give out from underneath me)
Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
and that's be , and that's capital
I hang low like testicles, mc's want to copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
Garbage mc's better run for it
Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side
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