Well if you like the way it sound then
clap man
And if the women love it too
well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw,
break it
My rhyme gross weight vehicle
combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is
chased out the station
Double-edged was was the guil
lotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, fuckin with some
regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides
behind ropes that
Bind-in, X X marks the spot
on the scope
Heavily armed military is necessary,
it's a gamble
MC's bet they best at every
Powerful parable dit ties
might harm
If tampered with,
set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes,
of massive
Sleep-holds, put put strangle
on commercial angle
Mi crophone cords tangled from
being Star Spangled
Now who could ever
say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin style
is mad murderous
My preliminary attack keep
cemetaries packed
Of niggas who think it ain't
like that
MC's are gunned down like being
run down with mad trucks
Them God struck,
religious niggas call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got caught
up in the web
Now bees are stingin,
yo that niggas em-singin
I'm I'm just swingin swords strictly
based on keyboards
Unbalanced like ele phants
and ants on see-saws
I I throw raps that attack like the Japs
on Pearl Harbor
MC's be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ the getaway driver
Tried to dip but he dive I social
ize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor
sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and then played out
and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts
on site to renovate
And from that point,
the God made a statement
Draftin tracements, replacements
in basements
Materials in sheet-rock,
to to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received
through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels,
flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from Glocks that
attract cops
Around the clubs and try
to shut down the hip-hop
But But we only increase
if everything is peace
Father U C King the police
Well if you like the way it sound then
clap man
And if the women love it too
well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a
glass jaw,
break
it