Lyrics:
I'm the MC with the nasty mouth
Dem feel like is pure slackness alone I can talk about
I know me Roots and Culture
Who is the route Robert Nesta?
contend you see
How you suppose to call yourself a real MC
So what's the definition of a true MC
(Someone who rocks swell and put my soul at ease)
livin' not misery
Supply you with remedies for all these sick whack MC's
That this is song lurks now, time to go to work
To senegrate the ignorant,
games? See this saw blade?
See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway?
Better cooperate or get sautéed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied
MC's
(Y'all know what this is)
Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E? (MC)
Can ya spend a little bit of dough on me? (Bone Thugs)
Can I get a little bit
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
in a contest to rock the world
First prize was a virgin young girl
For four days I was up on the mic
All sucker MC's were on the bite
Bittin' my
the ladies know how
When I ask for a reply they always scream owww!!
It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill
Sometimes it's jealous MC's mad cause
be (the Phife Dawg)
Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs
I got style, grace and razamatazz
Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
I add pizazz, now
Most
Phife Dawg puttin' the bite back in yours
Top dog, puttin' it up, flick his balls
MC from now til I get a frown
Shake that ass girl because you world
to the dive, thrive and come alive
The two MCs that make ya name survive
For alla why'all, my name is Run
I rock big parties, have big fun
The mind blowin,
Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like jees-ass
Jay-Z and me holdin the mic
So when you like you find mc's so impolite
And me I'm so into nice,
busters who can't deal, give it up for real
(MC Ren)
Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
down
You fucked up and finally
a big ball
And he invited the tightest MC's
From the East and the West and the best dressed ladies
Got in for free, oh, it's all on me
It ain't where
nigga shit..
[MC Ren]
Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black
locked up
(Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin'
Now how many MC's must get booed
Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube (you know!)
I'll
a fetish for it
Too many wack MC's for me to just ignore it
I get on track simply to flood the state with heat
Stack my cake and eat, preaching more then
diddly dum dum diddly diddly
Freeze
Music please
Apparently we the true MC's
B-E Boys no decoys you know the sting
B-E-Peas till infinity
And we
God
What you goin' put up, in your iPod?
Downloader, what you go/in' do
When your favorite MC, got to sue you
Cause he got to eat ain't nothin'
(Y'all know what this is)
Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E? (MC)
Can ya spend a little bit of dough on me? (Bone Thugs)
Can I get a little bit of ya
Fighting Temptation
Yo Beyonce, Free, Mc Lyte why'all ready
Let it put it down for da clubs
Ladies! (yeah) We got dat beat dat make you jump
Mystifié le bac malgré mes notes en maths
Flash-back pour le récit
Du sexy MC simple et concis
Réminiscence, flash-back, souvenir
Et quand le passé, le
died
Understandabley i just cried
Mewmewmewmewmewmew
I Sounded like one of those female m-c's that dont have a clue
Mewmewmewmewmewmew
Now that i neva
your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11, MC's subtract by seven
Callin' callin' for the reverand,
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