Str8jakkett
I skip mcs like cds down the yellow brick road
9-11 emergency operator assistance on hold
Verbally, i’m fly to the eye on screen
Close my rhyme book and swing a skyhook like kareem
Rushing n#gg#s like finish lines at dinner time across the nation
Styles peel at the table like labels and condensation
As i spin like roulette wheels through mo’ hills and mountains
Skills trickle around their collar like spring water through fountains
g#ngb#ng tracks in broad daylight, stay tight to leave you leaking
Rectal exam gets opened like nickel bags on the weekend
Non-believing skeptics get ventilated as demonstrated
As i stutter step your butter rep gets amputated
Undercover x-files, three miles above the planet
Motorized choreographed steps and depths you take for granted
From south beach to pismo my gizmo flows real deep
As you see my erections head on at intersections
Well i mc, you can see the rest are b#llsh#t
Any fool can rap but can you represent?
I say some sh#t and hit you with this versatile steez
Killa the hun
Real skills is what i recite construct and ignite
Pipe bombs and mental thoughts compact and air tight
In the heat of the night without that n#gg# howard rollins
Callin’ mcs to freeze droppin’ to their knees
And i lock their hands and feet
You have any weapons?
It can’t be that mic. oh it is? why you sweatin’?
There’s a warrant for that #ss for wack and rhymes and beats
We should take you downtown but we gonna take it to the streets
And drop thunderstorms and rhymes on your mind when i bust
I reign over mcs ‘til they microphones rust
Give illusions like dust or a cocaine rush
Makin’ your brain cells swell from every mc i crush
Cardiac arrest is the result of any lyrical contest
The microphone’s a scalpel, the rhymes cut through your chest
Cause real mcs don’t spit wack sh#t, it’s forbidden
Like morgan freeman and clint eastwood its unforgiven
Not sayin’ it’s wack if it’s true to what you’re doin’
But some mcs is wack and couldn’t flow if they was fluid
If you want it let’s do it, giving contusions to your mental
Killin’ mcs like vietnam with a pad and a pencil
Move the crowd like rakim when i’m standing by the speaker
Let the rhythm hit ‘em first my lyrics follow the leader
Well i mc, you can see the rest are b#llsh#t
Any fool can rap but can you represent?
Yo, i say some sh#t and hit you with this versatile steez
D.o.p.e
Well let me catch wreck
And put ‘em in death to meet their maker
Cause i spark all nine-volts off a n#gg#’s circuit breakers
No fakers in my f#ckin’ clique, we represent
Mad skills because mad time is spent
On writing rhymes to the leads down to the eraser
With lyrical material i use your skills for a f#ckin’ chaser
You crazy if you think you can face me like jason
Cause i do tricks and leave ‘em dazed and with amazement
Have ‘em duckin’ and dodgin’ when i reach for my waistline
Cause i grab the mic and blast way past the state line
I shine like a 24-carat diamond bracelet
My lyrical full blast goes deeper satan’s bas#ment
Mad phat metaphors just wrangle competition
My style’s more complex than the elements of nitroglycerin
I escape through back holes and dark aster#ids on my mission
To be the nicest mc in this entire the solar system
And it won’t be long, so competition farewell
As i hit that #ss hard like my nickname was nyquil
Never fail when i hit you with my steez
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