let me step & correct any other flows
that means all you fellas makin' me doze
in hip hopper clothes
look in the mirror, it shows,
a reflection of imitation
if you were walkin'
you'd get a citation
a ticket in the realm of battle raps
cuz talent and vocab you lack
go back to the sack
or better yet hit a sack
then come back with a couple more words to spit
if not then get to walkin'
i'm new to this place
but i'ma keep on talkin'
& rockin' ya with street knowledge flows
come at me, you'll end up with tags on your toes
cuz my lyrics come harder than lead
straight from the head
makin' you stretch and unbutton your collar
as you try to come harder
...yup..its gettin hella hotter in hear
the temp is up, it's searin'
from your body...blood, sweat, tears
i do this for fun, not a career
so fear if you like
but i'd rather ya come hella tight
to this Penguin from the crazy Northern Pole
a criminal who stole the soul from your Chicano tracks
but if ya got any left from my theft..
come rap and attack and attack
come at me with what you have
just know my lyrics puncture and stab
grab ya throat
and slash
so go hit your stash of prewritten scripts
or better yet, come straight from brain, to the tongue to the lips
and spit,
better yet, if you're a vet
come from the heart
lesson one from the start
so write with your poisonous dart of ink
if you think ya could write a curse
but betta make it good cuz there's room in my hearse
for all the words ya stash in your purse
if what i say gets on your nerves
step to the mound and throw me some curves
i'll sit back as your phrases come and serve
& try to blur what i said
come hit me up with a dose of your generic genre
cuz i'm on ya' and past ya
you're eatin' like past-a
cuz i speak hella fasta
and you're hella slower
try me if you're a flo-wer
or better said a flower
if you have any battle rap power
you have an hour,
a minute,
a second
i'll be inspectin' this board
till then i put my nikes to the floor
i'm out
and gone
sittin' in front of my lawn...
with a libro
and a libra...that means a pound
so i repeat...if ya got heat.heres the mic…speak....
no tricks just treats
no gangster pleats or baggy tagger clothes
just pure unadulterated battle rap flows
that means all you fellas makin' me doze
in hip hopper clothes
look in the mirror, it shows,
a reflection of imitation
if you were walkin'
you'd get a citation
a ticket in the realm of battle raps
cuz talent and vocab you lack
go back to the sack
or better yet hit a sack
then come back with a couple more words to spit
if not then get to walkin'
i'm new to this place
but i'ma keep on talkin'
& rockin' ya with street knowledge flows
come at me, you'll end up with tags on your toes
cuz my lyrics come harder than lead
straight from the head
makin' you stretch and unbutton your collar
as you try to come harder
...yup..its gettin hella hotter in hear
the temp is up, it's searin'
from your body...blood, sweat, tears
i do this for fun, not a career
so fear if you like
but i'd rather ya come hella tight
to this Penguin from the crazy Northern Pole
a criminal who stole the soul from your Chicano tracks
but if ya got any left from my theft..
come rap and attack and attack
come at me with what you have
just know my lyrics puncture and stab
grab ya throat
and slash
so go hit your stash of prewritten scripts
or better yet, come straight from brain, to the tongue to the lips
and spit,
better yet, if you're a vet
come from the heart
lesson one from the start
so write with your poisonous dart of ink
if you think ya could write a curse
but betta make it good cuz there's room in my hearse
for all the words ya stash in your purse
if what i say gets on your nerves
step to the mound and throw me some curves
i'll sit back as your phrases come and serve
& try to blur what i said
come hit me up with a dose of your generic genre
cuz i'm on ya' and past ya
you're eatin' like past-a
cuz i speak hella fasta
and you're hella slower
try me if you're a flo-wer
or better said a flower
if you have any battle rap power
you have an hour,
a minute,
a second
i'll be inspectin' this board
till then i put my nikes to the floor
i'm out
and gone
sittin' in front of my lawn...
with a libro
and a libra...that means a pound
so i repeat...if ya got heat.heres the mic…speak....
no tricks just treats
no gangster pleats or baggy tagger clothes
just pure unadulterated battle rap flows
