Mc_Iffy_Uk
02-13-2003, 06:40 AM
Anger build up and I'm displacing it indirectly
Don't correct me or disrespect me
Respectively, I rock a show then I'm out the do'
I'm not a dumb mofo, I'm out to get dough and blow
Up on the scene but I won't make the green
By lowering my standards and rapping about the bling
Bling on this bitch, I'm combative when I rap this
In fact kid, like A. I., I don't need practice
To battle, it's only a matter of time before I desecrate
All that you believe in, let me set the record straight
Rap ain't all bout money and bitches, it's about lyrics
And only true fans want to hear it
Hear this now and forever and don't forget it
If you're rapping bout designer clothes and hoes
I'm a bet kid, that you ain't got no love for real flows
So drop that mic and step off before I drop my elbow
Into your solar plexus, I don't give a fuck about your lexus
Watch how I muscle the mic, now watch me flex it
I'm more hyper than a heart attack or a cardiac arrest
I'll be bigger than breasts on a stripper's chest
And I'll do so with skills and techniques not yet invented
They're copyrighted and patented
Like Patton kid, I'm a lead an army of rhymes to the frontline
And drop rhymes like landmines
To explode in your face and implode at your base
Get a taste of shrapnel imbedded in your waist
Them's the breaks when you mess wit a rappin fiend
Sorry son, I can't help that I'm a rap machine
Don't correct me or disrespect me
Respectively, I rock a show then I'm out the do'
I'm not a dumb mofo, I'm out to get dough and blow
Up on the scene but I won't make the green
By lowering my standards and rapping about the bling
Bling on this bitch, I'm combative when I rap this
In fact kid, like A. I., I don't need practice
To battle, it's only a matter of time before I desecrate
All that you believe in, let me set the record straight
Rap ain't all bout money and bitches, it's about lyrics
And only true fans want to hear it
Hear this now and forever and don't forget it
If you're rapping bout designer clothes and hoes
I'm a bet kid, that you ain't got no love for real flows
So drop that mic and step off before I drop my elbow
Into your solar plexus, I don't give a fuck about your lexus
Watch how I muscle the mic, now watch me flex it
I'm more hyper than a heart attack or a cardiac arrest
I'll be bigger than breasts on a stripper's chest
And I'll do so with skills and techniques not yet invented
They're copyrighted and patented
Like Patton kid, I'm a lead an army of rhymes to the frontline
And drop rhymes like landmines
To explode in your face and implode at your base
Get a taste of shrapnel imbedded in your waist
Them's the breaks when you mess wit a rappin fiend
Sorry son, I can't help that I'm a rap machine