Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion
 Cause I'mcontended to know that I've invented
 Poetry which has been highly complimented
 Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage
 And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page
 I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf
 And like Salt-N-Pepa I express myself
 To make most of you know me, and some of you don't
 But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't
 Arrange a battle, improve your style
 Against a brother with a totally different profile
 Most of you flake cold front ya flex
 And hesitate on rhymes that should've been Memorex
 But you forgot I remember you're an amateur
 Mystery worshipper, nowI prefer
 ThatI remind you or tease ya on who's the boss
 Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss
 Well get this just as quiet as it's kept
 MC's on the chart from teh start has slept
 Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke
 For what? They take MC'ing for a practical joke
 You don't have what it takes to be an MC
 Ya just as phony as ya wanna be

 You present yourself to be the quiet storm
 You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form
 But as they say, yo, to each its own
 And to each one who plays with a microphone
 Abbreviate microphone and M.I.C.
 Meaning what, Myself, I, you see
 I invite those to battle me then they're through
 Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too
 The rap convention or the MC show
 I have rhymes to block those who hit below
 The belt, that means biting a rhyme
 Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save time
 Now who is known to uphold his own
 And words are heard like a strong baritone
 Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold
 That'll smile in your face and still come so cold
 That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost
 Now you're trapped in the Land Of The Lost
 Should I, could I, would I lose
 When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose
 To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth
 Because you're upset that you ever caused beef
 Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease
 But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please
 Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt
 Once The Genius gets heated up, suckers will melt
 Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water
 Then you can say this was a Goddamn slaughter
 You don't have what it takes to be an MC
 Ya just phony as ya wanna be

 Ain't no rhymes like the one I got
 They put competitors in a trance, y'all
 Radio stations ran them a lot
 They made children play and dance y'all
 How dare ya mention you're an MC
 When the crowd disagrees on who claim to be
 Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release
 And that only make the crowd boos increase
 Hey, may I say I'll stay a DJ
 MC who try to defeat me or portray
 One who claims he gain much respect
 But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked
 Cauise getting with me is definitely a slaughter
 Or diving in a pool head first without water
 So don't set yourself up to get brutalized
 That only happens when you're not energized
 Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic
 That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic
 Oka, got it in your head, correct
 That I'm victoriouson any subect
 You disbelieve, then huh, call the title
 Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol
 It's like..zap...another one on my jock strap
 Now you walk around praising my name
 Cause i'm slamming and I make you feel the pain
 You don't have what it takes to be an MC
 Ya just phony as ya wanna be