may diss I think you shoul consider this I can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record
say it's us And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust? You only see young brothers in a drug bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust My homey got a
I know when I drop dip That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score On my pride I'm in my Cammy We bust at cointelpro we creamy like Fuck that
Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young *** getting plenty dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan That
, in 94 I'll kick the hit And if I was in front of Shakespeare Battle a punk and take his shit, I'm not having it Bust a narrative and come to get with
it, in 94 I'll kick the hit and if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit. I'm not having it, bust a narrative and come to get
be stale Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail I couldn't wait to demonstrate all the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, that
's def, you was left in a total stun So bust a move while I prove who's number one Got quality and skill both beyond belief Do a steal? Be for real, I
the man takes long I learned how to move and stay wise on the streets Cause my older boys taught me how to rush and roll deep Watch my moves getting moved
day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young
half-baked, you never get a buck when you act E-l dash, p is servin ----- we smash Be a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest egg I say fuck you, it's easy
and syllables, shit But I'll flip the style like half a brick So give me space like NASA, one deep like a bachelor I turn shit over like a spatula You
a faggot that got a pap smear The crooked truth rap sensation, I ain't to be fucked with You better off practicin masturbation Line after line I bring excitement like a
women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rolling stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move
in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya nikes tims and reeboks If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grand you moving
Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards Im trying to move more
nuts I lust for angels to fuck My cannon is tucked, move fast I panic and bust Brain burnt out like a mechanical clutch I'm too schizophrenic to touch A