banger over gza - breaker breaker... shouts to all my savages out there
Punchlines, Underground, Multi Syllables, Twisted, Partially Insane, Funkadelic, musically inclined, oh so sexy
!!Master Of Ceremonies!!
A true underground emcee with a love for all sorts of music. Be on the lookout for multi syllables, wordplay, and an array of punchlines. Real hip hop music to the fullest!
Story behind the song
juss spittin some shit... basically why im a savage and your not... represent savages!
Lyrics
verse 1:
Master of ceremonies, blowin up da microphone//
despite ya zone, mutha fuckas know i got the tightest flow//
in mic fights i stand tall, with the bright lights aglow//
step up to me, ill twist ya kneck like a cyclone//
so leave the mic alone, noone wants your redundancy//
im sluggin these watered down fake thug emcees//
you want rap skills? muther fucker, study me//
your styles immature, like kids at chuck e cheese//
fuck with me... I dare you//
cuz i scare crews, and give em nightmares too//
you wanna see eye to eye, then get a high chair dude//
talk shit, ill rip you apart like bears do//
you cant compare dude, cuz im slayin a cat, blazin the raps//
ill say that your wack, your hatin the fact i get insane on the track//
lames chains'll get snatched, brains'll go splat, so start restraining me back//
dont turn your back, cuz i attack like a snake in the grass//
takin the cash quick, estatic while graspin a hatchet//
smackin a faggot is easy like sellin crack to an addict//
its the attack of the baddest rapper, i juss stack em in caskets//
if a clown hates on me, he'll feel the wrath of a savage//
hook x2
I am a motherfuckin savage
fuck livin lavish, ill split ya cabbage
I am a motherfuckin savage
I spit the baddest, its already been established
verse 2:
so how do yall feel cuz i begun with the pain//
this lyrical thug is insane, takin drugs to the brain//
lovin the fame, buckin the flame, thunder and rain//
ill take one look at ya smug mug and start punchin ya frame//
im pumpin the quage, stuck with a blade, you bums are juss lame//
my minds sharp, like the ginsu on ya jugular vein//
im philisophical with music while im rockin on you new kids//
cuz yall cant really see me like an optical illusion//
cruisin.... with the laid back flow//
i spray wack foes when the brains gat blows//
you lame assholes should beg to be retired//
show respect to me your sire, cuz my chest is breathing fire//
the best emcees are tired, cuz they cant keep up//
the weed puffs, ya team sucks, i eat these weak emcees up//
and brains get splattered by this insane sick bastard//
cuz yall aint real emcees, your juss makeshift rappers//
hook x2
verse 3:
Its MoC, ima legend in my own time//
and ima keep spittin till im sittin on a gold mine//
i gotta gold mind when i flow lines with dope rhymes//
and lyrically i hit emcees with clothes lines//
my words hit hard enough to stop ya heart beat//
and all my scripts are permanent like i wrote em with a sharpie//
spar me, i dare you, cuz my crew is like an army//
if you dream of beatin me, wake up and say your sorry//
even if im hardly vexed, ill still scar your chest//
dont you ever cross paths, with this heartless vet//
I know its a fact that i dont got mass appeal//
but all i rap is real, watch how caps get peeled//
i spit this sick shit for all the cats to feel//
and if you think that im wack, then see me in the battlefield//
emcees get banged quick, when i speak this slang shit//
call me a pervert, cuz i molest the english language//
hook x2
MoC
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