Verse One: Daz
 You find an MC like me who's strong
 Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
 And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
 With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
 Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
 and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
 Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
 Finally realizing who the fuck we are
 When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
 would it be the greatest MC of all time
 When I created rhyme for the simple fact
 When I attack I crush your pride
 My intention to ride, every time all night
 I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
 for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
 breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
 In and out with my pay
 I'm soon to count the bodies...
 Verse Two: Tupac
 So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
 So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
 We must be based on nothin better than communication
 Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
 Sorry I left that ass waitin
 No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
 I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
 Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
 You swear the bitch was planted
 My lyrics motivate the planet
 It's similar to Rhythm Nation
 but thugged out, forgive me Janet
 Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
 You know, the way the games get controlled
 Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
 Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
 Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
 Takin off my coat, clearing my throat
 Chorus: Method Man
 I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
 get in get in too [get on it]
 let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
 I got my mind made up, come on...
 get in get in too
 let it ride... tonight's tha night
 Verse Three: Kurupt
 Well I comes through with two packs
 of the bomb prophalaks for protection
 So my fuckin sac won't collapse
 Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
 Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
 I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
 shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
 Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
 Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
 I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
 Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
 My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
 As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
 There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
 I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
 Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
 Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
 Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
 You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
 My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
 Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
 In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
 My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
 I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
 So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
 Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
 The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
 I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
 To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
 As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
 Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
 Verse Four: Method Man
 Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
 like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
 The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
 Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
 Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
 Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
 Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
 Half of my Clan's three deep felons
 Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
 Man I stay on point like icicles
 Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
 All up in your motherfuckin mouth
 Head banger boogie
 Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
 Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
 Better take one and pass or that's that ass
 Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
 Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
 Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
 Verse Five: Redman
 Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
 Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
 Let's face it, there's no replacement
 Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
 Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
 Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
 I got connects like Federal Express
 to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
 Got the clear spot from tha rear block
 to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
 Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
 Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
 With, this underground cannabis
 I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
 Then proceeds like keys
 My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
 Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
 So I erase the whole front row at the wake
 I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
 I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
 Confidence for you shaky ass folks
 Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
 choke, off this anecdote got you ope
 Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly
 And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]
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