Intro/Chorus: repeat 4X
Who you won test, me have a champion style
Verse One:
Meet the mic controller, the Philly roller, the wicked one
Sun rude bwoy come rhymes off top the head
Said what I said and did what I did
Never catch another bid, create rubbers and slid
I`m out of there, ghost evaporate vanish
Callate la voca if need be I`m Spanish
No habla ingles, police ask questions
I don`t know nuttin, ain`t nuttin happening, stop stressing
I`m headed down the alleyway
With the Smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who`s the man
You won test, who me?
I think you better back up and chill, G
Don`t make me mad boy, don`t even try
Eyah got skills, eyah smoke mad thai
You steppin to a brother who been through it all
My freestyle is wild you nah won test my yes y`all
You think you got flavor to match?
You can get a smack for that, black
Chorus
Verse Two:
Nobody can do it
You runnin out of gas Sun, leakin much fluid
I`m hungry like Jack two inches away from a Big Mac
then BUCK BUCK BUCK
Take that witcha on the way down, so you don`t feel the ground
when you hit, and your head splits, fuck all that bullshit
It`s hectic, respect it, the dialect, I come
original, the intellect, refuses to tongue twist
So don`t tell me naythan
Me have a champion style, hardcore with a taste of Jamaican
You steppin to the wrong one the Nine is the seed of Jesus
I get loose on ninety proof
Fatter than a bubble goose, unpredictable
you never know what I`m going to say after I say
what I say when I say what I say when I play, next?!?
There it is, who you won test
Interlude:
The deceased resented the fact, and told him off in no uncertain terms
He still kept coming, he identified himself, and then drew his revolver
Chorus
Verse Three:
Cream of the crop nonstop hip-hop
Funky stuff rough enough to, break up the handcuffs
Scuff a cream puff like an old pair of boots
When the Nine millimeter shoots the gift I was born with
Who`s that, with the booby trap, poisoning rap
with the wack bullcrap, we can`t have that
Shut him down, I`m underground
and if my sound hits the airwaves of pop, it`ll still be hip-hop
No samples from Barry Manilow
Strictly Timbo, you know, the whole 40 below
That`s how I`m rollin in the Nines
Nine-Five, Nine-Six, Nine-Seven to get mines
Outro:
Yeah I`m sending this out to all you bigmouth
knucklehead suckers that was talkin all that garbage
I am the man, who you won test, punk?
