Uncle
rippin the microphone
and blowin the stage apart.
These MC`s ain`t got no heart
they need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin `em down
best at least
f***in `em up up at least
smackin `em in a pilek
now have a stomp and a smile G.
Raisin
replacin
like Jason
when I be chasin
these rappers
machetti style
choppin down
their petty style`s bassin
All in my face
you got the mic
but I gotta getcha off it
you got my rhyme
now cough it
brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
You`re nada
know nota
I`m hotter
You`re a slow trotter.
Karate
switch the e into an a
and it`s karata.
When I come on
I`m rippin it up
just like a madman.
I fly your head
chop off your legs
and make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
all of them I rub out.
You know the time
what`s on your mind
you know I never go out.
I be breakin bouts
ya boys
your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
stick the fork in you
you`re done G.
The instrument`ll rip
with the ultimate
of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
whenever I go
I guarantee
the flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
just like a 9
kickin it off in half the time
takin a break
and makin mine
you`re way behind.
Ya needed a title
and all the uncle
made your title for ya
hopin
and prayin
and wishin
that I can`t rap
but I rip all a yall
in half
look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
ya kick it
Mmmmm I see goodies
gimme the mic and hoodie
now I`ll dick it.
Any
the every
the his
the hers
of those
of theirs
of them.
I see your title
around your neck
just swingin loose
I take your gem.
I`m takin it off you neck
with every line that I select
and rappin it up and cuttin
while I`m starin
with disrespect.
Bustin off
yeah
squeezin like a vice grip
blowin ya off the stage
into the crowd
so have a nice trip.
I`m takin control
I hold
the microphone is good as gold
fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
totem pole.
Turnin it out
and gettin wrecked
is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
puttin his head
inside the pavement.
Burnin `em up
just like a flame thrower
rippin `em
with the cool flower.
Takin `em out in pairs
like the man, Noah
Holdin `em up
just like a trophy
for the world to see.
You really ain`t superb
you see
you`re goin out
like a girl to me.
Takin your little
boo-hoo baby
tear drop
cryin style
breakin it down
until there`s dust
and I`ma vacuum up the pile.
Showin
and provin
and groovin
and makin a movie
on the mic.
slappin a Marlboro
in his mouth
just like
a dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
maniac
mad style
amazin man
mackin the mic
since I was just
a mere child.
Props and props
more props than Terminator 2
with pen and pad
I play to you
and on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
undefeatable lyrically
expandin my empire
you don`t wanna test me.
Wizard of funkadelic
every album`s like a relic
bite the line
chewin on mine
but ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
flippin the script
that`s in the bushes
then walkin around the jam
I`m handin out pounds
and mushes.
You`re makin a face
you wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
in the world was makin jams
as soon as I set this off
their mic`s are slidin
out their hands.
rockin the junky`s world
with the release
of every single
back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
to make ya jingle.
Overlord
droppin the sword
and choppin off the mic cord.
rappers are dead
all over the street
in every state I toured.
I`m dealin the truth
with living god
that`s right before ya eyes.
And I`ll be rollin
in hoods and sneakers
you can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
I`ll rip it up
until sunrise
