[VERSE 1]

Well I'm known to wreck a mic like a prince, so all hail

To the raw deal, on a scale your style's frail

I don't believe I can fail, cause I'm headstrong

You're trackin me, plus jackin me knowin that you're dead wrong

I got a Tec for those that wanna step

You're ghost, cause since you're playin me close you're gettin checked

And I can't conceive a better way to do it

So when you're in my comp, get ready to be stomped, there's nothin to it

Cause I got piles of wicked styles and files of tracks

I get wild with a South Bronx style of rap

So you think you got rap sewn happily?

How's that: you couldn't sow shirts in a factory

You're what I label as a hip-hop hypocrite

You smile in my face, behind my back runnin off with lip

But I got somethin to kill that, though

I'm a real rap pro, bad bro, so now you know



(The TR 808)

(Straight, straight from the Bronx)



[VERSE 2]

Now back to the scene of the crime

I was taught to bust a nine

At any and all who's outta line

Yo, that's the way I was shown how to hold my own

Until I found other ways on the microphone

I used to see so many out on the ave. die

Strung high, playin a game, and that's why

So many up in the Bronx, they got done

For livin a lifestyle of crime like it was fun

But now I'm hittin ya hard and pullin the cards

Of those that wanna act a fool, they got schooled

And got caught with a right to the mug

It wasn't enough, cause they wanted to bug and caught a slug

And got they bodies just laid to rest

Cause in the streets you gotta get all you can, and no less

The first minute you do, you get bucked

So you and your crew better duck

When you step into the Bronx



(The TR 808)

(Straight, straight from the Bronx)



Check it

I wanna take this time

To send this out to my man Dino

And to my man Scott-La-Rock

Cause if it wasn't for them

I wouldn't be here today

But since I'm here

I'ma continue to make funky music for my brothers

You know what I'm sayin?

I'm outta here

Peace!