| Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous | |
| MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us | |
| Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg | |
| Odds are like one to ten million, the kin thread | |
| One from a thousand speaks in his own voice | |
| The other nine ninety nine, imitates without choice | |
| They never even knowin' it, until the goin' gets rough | |
| See the amplified sample | |
| I'm throwin' with | |
| I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens | |
| See the rockets red glare like the guns when clappin' | |
| They still cage matchin' | |
| MC's that's scrappin' | |
| Not the UF | |
| C, but my opponent is tappin' | |
| So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred | |
| I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred | |
| Also stop this uncalled for behavior | |
| And sippin' back cats, they lactase in flavor | |
| Got word from the wise to let it drop | |
| Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop | |
| Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut | |
| I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut | |
| Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop | |
| Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top | |
| Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels | |
| Dictators next to rebels and | |
| Gods against devils | |
| No time for backwards thinkin', let's think ahead | |
| If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed | |
| A lotta MC's came to see me on referrals | |
| Not even knowin' that they would undergo great parrels | |
| These cuttin' edge methods from the most specialized | |
| Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly | |
| The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart | |
| Your ear love to hear the | |
| God, rippin' tracks apart | |
| Me to hip hop is like | |
| Einstein to science | |
| A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance | |
| Complex individual that you dream of being | |
| Intellectual challengin', the all eye seein' | |
| Got a appetite for heat | |
| So then come and bite the beat | |
| And digest the rest and don't | |
| Stress the part, it couldn't be | |
| Got word from the wise to let it drop | |
| Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop | |
| Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut | |
| I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut | |
| Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop | |
| Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top | |
| Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels | |
| Dictators next to rebels, and | |
| Gods against devils |
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