My djs got the cuts and the beats are on
Were comin with the limericks and were comin strong
And the rhythms on time to every word and rhyme
When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong
At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention
That I am well aware of your wack intentions
To usurp my prose you so and so
Its my primary bone of contention
I tell you everybody Ive had it
With all these people with static
Ill go insane if it dont rain
Sucker mcs are problematic
I love it when you hit those switches
A curve balls what my pitch is
So here we here we come
Like dum ditty dum
I keep all five boroughs in stitches
The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex
Itll spin you around and throw you in a hex
Until you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects
Read it in the post and the daily news
Listen everybody lets show improve
Dont let me begin about heroin
Living six feet deep just aint the move
Were giving you soul power
I like it sweet and sour
When it comes to rhymes and beat designs
Im at the control tower
Tell me what makes you so afraid
Of all those people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And lets try to negotiate