Lyrics
When i Pick up the Microphone, Cats know its on,
Cuz they know my songs be poppin like asses in thongs,
Flashes n bombs, They know my left arms impact is strong,
Cuz when your ribs crack your life wont last long,
The Mic gets me bent like pathegens,
I'm Dominican yet still got love for them Africans,
I must be a preacher the way I spit mass words,
Dont get it twisted I'll still eatcha raps backwards,
And leave your corpse there with no remoarse,
I'm really coarse, cuz my force comes from a different source,
The lyrical Rebel, Blessed with da medal in my dental,
My mental is fundamental like an instrumental,
You better check what you write, cuz you might bite,
MAybe even Slight, concepts is bitten every day and nite,
So pick up a pen and learn to inhale n exhale,
cuz you know grail always excels like Great Sales,
And your pay fails while mine keeps getting bigger,
Nigga you still stuck in 99 like Big Tigger,
So give it up, maybe even battle this challenger,
So i can Start banging ya face in space like Gallenger,
Don't pretend, you know Aint a man out who can contend,
fucking wit me is like Air fights cuz One Will Descend,
Then one will ascend and be known as top gun,
Its' fun, but when its said n done, I'm strictly Number one,
Known as one of the best, For puttin emcee's to rest,
And End Careers' so cat fear the man who holds the Tech,
With ur slightly enhanced stance, u cant stand a chance,
Against this mans dance with the Grand Lance,
With it, peirce all of my adverseries Capalaries,
Make you endulge on my Grandly vast Vocabulary,
Its very scary, to mess with me, So i wont lie,
Truth is, if you battle me, You'll probably die,
You'll get your ass kicked then Left dead in a casket,
Face Covered in red like a dressed up basket,
Fact is, I dont fuck wit them gang bangers,
Like Juelz santana and them fools rocking fake Bandana's,
Cuz one day they'll meet a real blood n get steel dug,
in a place that'll make em feel a real slug,
