Dem say dat mi mouth too dirty
I don't know why dem say day mi mouth too dirty
But still I hear dem say dat mi mouth too dirty
Mi name Suave dem say dat mi mouth too dirty
I sit pon da rhythm
I sit pon da beat
I write da phunky lyrics come stright from da street
I rock da microphone and dem cannot compete
So den dem get mad and dem get angry
Dem try to write rhymez but dem sound mangy
Mi down wit SSL yo that's my posse
Mi down wit KRS mi down wit BDP
Mi down wit Skadanks mi down wit Rocker "T"
Mi down wit Edom and da one called Kwaledi
Mi down wit Kendu 'cause he's in my family
Mi down wit D and da one called Sydney
You'd have to be a fool if you want to battle me
M.C.'s get torn out worn out
Hit the showers
I've got the mind that grows like a flower
Or should I say herb
Superb wit the way I use my words
So nice you thought it took years to write
But I'm just too hype so I rip it in one night
Wack M.C.'s get used and abused
I make one move you lose
Just like that
So on and so on
And on and on and on 'cause I'm all that
The stage gets ripped in three minutes flat
So go for yours you'd better grab the mic first
'Cause when I go for mine you're gonna nead a hearse
And a casket you know the rulez
Smokin' Suckaz Wit Logic be playin' foolz
Foolz get played like a game of blackjack
Double up hit me
I'll hit you right back
Welcome to the slaughter fest
Ya little bonehead
Should've known better than to step to this ill dread
I'm wicked I'm deadly you'll get hurt wit the quickness
Roll wit your posse still couldn't stick this
Your thoughts of a victory are now jaded
Can't even hang 'cause the rhymez double bladed
Sharp like a Ginsu
I'm cuttin' all heads off
Try to retaliate but your rhyme was just too soft
Or should I say too weak you look kind of sickly
You'd better head home because the crew rolls quickly 
and quietly
Rip the show and break west
A blown up stage is the only mark left so can we flow
You know the rulez
Smokin' Suckaz Wit Logic be playin' foolz