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Story behind the song
showin why im one of the illest in the game
Lyrics
get burnt wit the mic and it aint gonorrhea
my raps is headlights (dawg) while they can barely see ya
sharp with my raps i got a mic as a sword
only time i've been cut by a blade was takin off my umbelical-chord
the illest cat rising like viagras affects
hate me then ur a rival of a giant like the new york jets
ride the music and use the mic as the pegs
half these cats aint phat they more deprieved then paris hilton's legs
fieldin and scopin out for my next victim
had doctors check me out and said ur way to sick son
show yall why im the best wit the mic and words
turn my verbal attacks and diss nouns and put right back into verbs
im so hot i could boil the sun wit just talkin
keep the competition lookin out for me like i was stalkin
i aint jam master jay but i run these mc's (run dmc)
scrape ya cats flesh off there skin but i aint chinese
so ho please, i'll spray ya kids right on face
only time i need to bite is when runnin out of hard-drive space
i tell u whats real and push it to the next degree
only strap u puttin on my chest is puttin a seat belt on for me
so believe me homie, i dont play wit friends turned foes
ur name is a fungus disease that get'll clip like nails on ya toes
i wont crumble to no one put a g on that
ur only connetions u got is loggin in to a room to chat
i wont lose, dont even know whats the definition of an L be
touchin ya blood only time u came to touchin a cell g
squash ya like bugs ur a die hard thug
but the only love u seein is spellin out the word club (c-lub,see-love)
i aint cocky im just as hard as an erected cock be
while yo crew plays more tunes then a band symphony
fuck ties im a rip the tide in one whole take
talk burners but get the heat to ya front like a birthday cake
and ya know who im better then, a class A mic veteran
guns poppin like the heat just stuck on stutterin
this game got ya movin on like a pawn
and the only hose/hoes u evah touched was to water the lawn
i remain one with the sick raps on the mic
talk gangsta and get connected with more gears then a motor bike
if u battle me you'll end up anotha slayed fag
as a kid only time i ran from anotha kid is playing up tag
no need for blades to put ya face full of scars
this aint the grammies but i punch ya and make u see stars
we know u rap bout weak lines full of bullshit
knowin the only fan u got is the one u kool down with
