Lyrics:
Sega
{*Censored*} chewed, so whats up dude?
One of my battles'll get your girlies in the mood
Sucker MC's really make me sick
I'm so bad, I can suck
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
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
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
here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
50, um, Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners
If you think something stink, it must be the Peas
[Chorus]
Cellulite overweight stinkin' MC's
Stench smell so strong its unsanitary
Cause you
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
to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the front of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. y'all soft
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
ya
I'm the emperor, I'm Caesar
Can somebody tell me where the MCs are?
I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER
Lyrically gang
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
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