NYC Street Corner Battle

[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man Yo man, yo be, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off [Keith] Shut the fuck up You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin life You don't any means to make fuckin money [thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn? [Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker [thug] Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker [Keith] Suck my dick [thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin motherfucker [Keith] You don't have any fuckin knowledge [thug] Fuck you man, conio man, suck my dick man [Keith] Little Italy ay, you don't know about the.. real estate man [thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you wanna do mayn? [thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin mayn? [thug] Take this mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*} [thug] Take this mayn {*POP POP*} dead now! [Tim Dog] Here we go with some new shit, fuck the bullshit Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what? Motherfucker back up, you know whassup Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up Mad niggaz wanna have this, murderous status I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin apparatus The fattest, MC of the era, cause terror Could niggaz fuck with this? Never, but however Many foes try to apprehend, they can't comprehend Cause when they step to me they don't win I bend, break MC's who fake the funk Leavin wack rappers in the back of my truck Then eat some rat poison and I drink some ammonia Came out bein that gastric felonious Serial killer, that you know, as Kujo Fuck around with Dog and get slammed like a sumo "Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you can't get wit me I wanna see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me Bitin, never writin, that's not excitin I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like fightin So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your weapon No it's not rainin but you still gettin wettened Smash your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy Niggaz don't want no beef cause I keep the tec handy Shoot you from your head to your toe You have so many holes in your shit it spells act like you know [unknown female MC] Well I thought you knew motherfuckers.. Now take a second while I reveal myself into the industry By smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin MC Clear the way for me, unique, delete the weak As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it street Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb shit Ooooh! Damn, no stress or contest, the impossible I stand on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppable Got a train of focus, e'ry track I smoke this Cannabis is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus You can't fuck with us, known for keepin it true Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do? I address, I'm better than fresh Mo' potent than stress, now try to test, nigga! [Kool Keith] Yeah fuck y'all motherfuckers who need y'all whole album To prove you got skills, suck this I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+ My bald head super sharp, I walk like Telly Savales Niggaz on a tightrope, they style is off balance Hyper mental like Larry Davis on the instrumental Rappers actin poodle, but I'ma drop the kennel No threats; don't sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz With a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of this My unique style retarded, kids smell the piss With hand grenades I cut your rectum out with razor blades Emergency please, gorillas bleedin through they knees My style werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW! I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you late I drop sticks of dynamite, open your mailbox Don't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo' glocks Your style berback(?), lion tiger asscrack No need to worry low prices call me Crazy Eddie I put the head to sleep and send that brain to Betty I'm outtie.. five thousand eight