I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set
I`m about as bad as you can get
Comin` from Bed-Stuy, that`s where they do or die
Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
It`s not a fairy tale, a myth, it`s a musical uplift
and I`m the wrong one to mess with
I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake `em up merrily
just like the cooks at Sara Lee
Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face
and place a neck brace, about-face
And get to steppin`, because my lethal weapon
is blowin` too fast, while you`re slow as Catherine Hepburn
What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor
but it still wouldn`t save ya
So to the rear, step off and let the man flex
cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex
I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan
and Cee`ll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands
Rock the soul shack, I can`t hold back
Four years standin` and I still got the knack
Cuz I remember when I first did it
the comments that were goin` around from the next critic
Like Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?
And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel
One hip-hopper that don`t have to sound proper
My broken English you can still distinguish
And I don`t have no image or no gimmicks
and I don`t have no bounds or no limits
The Kane`ll keep goin`, and growin`, and flowin`
and showin` any MC, I got the best finesse to manifest
Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard
Hittin` MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad
I`m the predator to any competitor
Scorchin` and damagin` and stompin` et cetera
And any MC that tries to test me
I`m swellin` up his jaws mor than Dizzy Gillespie
Crushin` all dreams you thought were possible
I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital
I couldn`t count the rappes I be servin`
If defeat was sex, huh, I`d be a virgin
My match ain`t been found, movin` around, breakin` `em down
where the ground, never the clown, how that sound?
Don`t get gassed, cuz boy you won`t last
so take your crippled rhymes and put `em in a cast
You`re too pathetic, bring in a paramedic
to heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain`t poetic
You`re just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a
MC that`s wack, ya little bogger
And stand clear of the mic that I`m rippin`
as I`m......???
And get your jury and a good defendant
cuz I`m servin` a death sentence...
