Big Wax, needle in a hay stack
Doing it since way back
Big like The Payback or any other break track
I’ma decimate that, fill it up with great rap
Call me Pat Sajak
Fortunate wheels of steel
Torching the reel to reel tape or the ADAT
Force you to feel the real deal like a face slap
Into your brain, I engrain that
f#cking with me? you should refrain from that
It’s Nathan, that cracker with the dope sh#t
Master with the flow, sick, nasty and atrocious
Smacking up a foe, acting like I’m Hulk Hogan
Pass the microphone, get it cracking like a broke wrist
Pros get mowed with those slick poems I cold kick
Hopeless hoe-b#tch, hold this whole dick
Go get gone, I’ll piss on your whole clique
Kick it on a lower plateau where you’re supposed to sit
Deodorant fresh
Me- known to impress
We the coldest and the best
East over to the west
We ain’t knowing when to rest
Keep flowing with finesse
When the beat’s over I’ma need to load another session
In time like a tick-tock-metronome-wristwatch
Keep it on the tip-top
Summit of the Hip-Hop mountains
I touch clouds and hit flocks of birds with words
Herbs deserve to kick rocks
I spit hot, pristine, spectacular sixteens
Rapping on the ceiling at the Chapel of Sistine
Your worst nightmare
But the cat of your chick’s dreams
You’re no match for me
Get back yo
Get thrown back to preschool
People hear me rapping and they say..
Yeah, he’s cool
Half these MCs get thrown back to pre-k
People hear me rapping and be like…
Oh, he’s great
Half these MCs get thrown back to nursery school
They hear me rap and be like…
Word, he cool
Half these MCs get
Thrown back in the uterus
People hear me rap and be like…
Who is this??
Yeah, yeah, back at it again
I’ll last ten rounds battling a pack of your friends
A mack daddy with slags, a jackass with a pen
I backspin like a B-Boy, back cue like a DJ
Spit like a fat cap writing graf on a beat break
These takes oughta be inducted in the library of congress
Pass the mic like you pass a baton
I’m in the house like you had
Bought me at Bed, Bath and Beyond
If any rapper get to yapping, I don’t have to respond
I got a million songs I would rather be working on, I’m-
Magnificent, doing it mad different
Mad sick as if I had syphilis, my passion’s ridiculous
My craft is perfected and such
That people say that, to the beat I add an excellent touch
Sitting ducks, hit the rug
Y’all ain’t got the skill
Cornier’n that girly on Dr. Phil
You catch me inside the cyph cause I’m ill
The mic is my scythe, I stab, slice and kill
Ask those in the know
Who the illest with the ballpoint
Towards me, will be where they all point
Old school, action-packed, rapping really raw joints
If it was a movie it’d be one of them Steven Seagal joints
People hear me rapping and they say..
Yeah, he’s cool
Half these MCs get thrown back to pre-k
People hear me rapping and be like…
Oh, he’s great
Half these MCs get thrown back to nursery school
They hear me rap and be like…
Word, he cool
Half these MCs get thrown back in the uterus
People hear me rap and be like…
Who is this??
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