Other MC's, I want you to know If you ever want to battle me, don't move slow Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow We can throw Badself When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy And when I'm on the stage, the party people say, "Is he Really human or is he a robot?" Because when I'm on the microphone nobod- why does the things that I do My voice will guide you Once you hear it, it stays inside you Hypnotizing and mesmerizing The cerebral cortex, but without realizing You become confused and so enthused Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose Total control, and if I choose To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news Like Paul Revere: "A real rapper is here!" Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming" And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a Real rap trooper with a power so super After battlin me, I guarantee you won't recouper- ate cause I am great, I can make you hate To ever look in the mirror and affiliate Yourself with anything but an average person Lovin my success but envious and cursin You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker Just gimme a pound cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed Pride is swallowed, asses are bust Hearts are taken, souls cremated Lips are sealed and they hate it Overrated rappers made it On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated But I'm not like you bitin barbarics Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal I never run out, I got an automatic refill I never get cold, I only get lukewarm When I want to get hot, I have a real brainstorm Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin And if the music stops, Moe Dee keeps goin I'm bigger than life and deeper than death The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef Boy, are these MC's really startin to irk me Make it to the top, then try to jerk me Ask em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin Like they don't know, they must be buggin But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy So remember that if you want to act like a sucker Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig My IQ's too high, my words are too big My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample Some things I won't do, and here's an example I won't make a 'La-Di-Da-Di', an 'Oh Veronica' A 'Dear Ivette' or a La-'Latoya' I'm not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts As a matter of fact I like them, but Records like that are for the average MC Not for the highly rated Moe Dee I have a formula, I'm like a scientist And I must put words together like this My voice is a ?????, coming out an orophus Expressing ?????, verbally or if it's Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected I'm a rhymer with a timer, I'm a english dialectic My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon My soliloquy will affect ya like Farrakhan Love me or hate me, agree or debate me Watchin suckers gather round, bow down ????? be- Cause what I do orally I something so morally Stimulating, emmulating heat that's corally My mind is both flexible and resillient Pugnacious, tenacious ??????, I'm brilliant Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining Why I'm standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's And any other MC's are knocked out the box So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker Sucker MC's, I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-) Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- Now I was never solo, I was always in a group So now you new jacks are a little too souped So if you think you could take mine Then come on and make my Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up You didn't have a chance But if you want drop the pants I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance Everyone will be laughin and you'll be the stock Cause that's what's good about havin you MC's on the jock I could go on and on and on and on for days But everytime I speak I get unwanted protegees If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck Cause you don't really want none cause I'm a bad, bad, bad (mutha-) Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
Written by: MOHANDAS DEWESE
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