The first song my brother recorded back in 95 I think. Ill flow. Mad beat.
naturally I'm inclined
so just recline
mine is the microphone
holding my own in the zone
the lyrical Capone
known to man as the grandmaster
get your plaster
and best be down for a blistering
rhymes exquisite, what is it?
shining like glycerin
heard you were wishing
came bearing gifts like it was Christmas
leave your crew like a view of CNN on Waco Texas
spit out flows like Tyson blows or a discus
no stopping till we be rocking
Jeeps, Land Cruisers and the Lexus
the best of the rest in peace
cause you brought em, I was on
you might lose or get bruised with the bass
tried to bounce with just an ounce
plus you didn’t have the faith
and couldn’t wait to exhale
and breath your final breath
touch and go is the situation of emcees when they step
I be loose like baggy slacks
mack the show but yo I don’t tell
maximize the profits so the pockets could just swell
the friction in my diction causes heat
lights begin to dim
cleaving with three seams
and leaving emcees without limbs
on their body, like Lodi Dodi came to trouble no one
material that’s whole grain cereal
giving it to the people
and the masses be asking "who got the butta flavor?"
its the major not minor
hooded in their tracks
for those who creep, read the timer
it be on zero
blow your ass to fragments,
that’s for going out like a hero
kicking game, not for the fame
though I could tame or even maim
this be all good when we be lounging
still the same
cause-
sit back cause relax cause we be doing it just like this
Girlies be flocking and clocking "who be this?"
come on down, let me see you bear witness
ready or not, here it comes drums and percussions
giving concussions cause I'm bussing
frames, as I gangway like a runaway train
I'm dead on the money like Woody Harrelson and Wesley Snipes
I'm the type to go extreme on the mic
so don’t fight it, I spit out the remains
of your wackness, try to sabotage
I'm like a mirage
once here, now gone
I got my front and back so if you want to
then lets get it on
but don’t do this, cause my aura projects rhythm
rap is something done, hip hop is what i'm living
my production tramples
with ample samples I don’t gamble
cause that’s sinful
attacking microphones like a blood fed pitbull
the big chief bringing wreaths cause words kill
when recorded just press playback
and just lay back
the snare has already been set
I eject weak tapes, beats I break
with vocal compression while vexing
and try to swallow this you get indigestion
I bring the aggression
niggas be in a repressive state
patch me in line its time to save the tape
on TSR 8 now lets download
as I explode giving you shrapnel wounds
from the boom of my tune
this be the party people's jam and also emcee's doom
claiming you can hear it but its coming to you soon
so
sit back relax cause we be doing it just like this