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