02/24/06 Some smooth lines on a really laid back, jazzy-bounce type track. 2 1/2 mins of flow: No hook. Solar Fist on the beat: www.soundclick.com/solarfist
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Story behind the song
Beat by Solar Fist: www.soundclick.com/solarfist
Lyrics
It’s the King of the mic, please turn off the light
Usually I’m nice, but when I’m forced to I bite
You could never recite any of the things that Diz spit
You could never rewrite my story or even flip my script
So please SIT down, you can even take a seat
Whatever it may be make sure you ain’t on your feet
Cause when I speak, I’m known to hurl ships across the sea
At speeds that make mach three look like you’re walkin’ backwards slowly!
Ladies wanna blow me, emcee’s wanna know me
Why ain’t Diz up on the fukin’ radio exploding?
I ain’t from the streets so they’re calling me phony
I ain’t make music for G’s so they call me baloney
Homie, check it, I’m just makin records
That wreck speakers like car crashes at 4-way intersections
Feedin’ emcee’s lessons that they can’t even eat
I got gills, never breathin’ while spittin’ over a beat
Most call me a freak, but I say I’m Super-Nat
Without dreads, less fat, and my freestyle’s are whack
Always ready to attack, that’s right, I’m U.S.
Taking over and never will my energy cost less
You can toss this to DJ’s, smashin’ airwaves so rough,
I make the sunny days, cause the clouds’ had enough
Yall can call a bluff, but I ain’t playin’ games
Like kids outside, at school, at recess when it rains
I make lyrical stains all over these new beats
That’s why Solar keeps throwin’em at me like clean sheets
I defeat all these fakes that try to roll my way
Like I was Tony Hawk, strapped and trigger hap-pay
I got these thoughts in my head, that can’t said
Cause the public would fear it more then when AIDS first spread
Maybe yall can butter bread, but really you ain’t slick
Every time I eat these emcee’s they make me shit a brick
Tell me who’s real with this, how you like me now?
Like probation, I’m in the ha-oo—ouuusseee!
Quiet as a mouse when I sneak on the set
I smash cats like I’m Jerry and ain’t even break a sweat
Well known like a vet cause I’m trained like a vet
Who’s specialty is blades and gettin’ your neck wet
Best respect it, comin’ at you with no brakes
Demolish first and shockin’ you after like earthquakes
Always first place, all else is unacceptable
Get up in my face and I’ll make you a vegetable
Kinda like a surgeon on the mic, I use my lyrics to slice
Into beats even with blindfolded eyes
I never miss, never slip, you could call me accurate
So it’s obvious the album’s gonna be immaculate
And I’m wrappin’ it with platinum bags, no tags-brand new
Headed to a mailbox near you
