You ain't never heard an emcee speak like thisĪnd Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler Whoever's on the microphone let it be known While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk

I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this So no matter who you are its still Allah who act Godīetter believe this, most rappers can't achieve this Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amishīut still I never claim to be a big rap star I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy Honestly, my number one policy is quality So the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's? We don't get down like them clowns and the kids It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrantīinary Star, superstar its no coincidenceĮvery verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent How the hell could you put that weak ass Drake lyric in there?.but anyway.my pick would be the first verse off Binary Star's track. 'I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire to hell, I'ma hustla baby, I'll sell water to a well.' Jay Z-'U Don't Know' 'I f**k around and get hardcore, C4 to ya door, no beef no more.' Biggie Smalls-'Warning' 'Last name ever, first name greatest, like a sprain ankle boy, I ain't nutin to play wit.' Drake-'Forever' You heard the lines in a song, that got you saying damn! What are your favorites verse or two from a song, old or new? Here are mine: I'm puttin' up my middle finger - Kool G Rap Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter. Run for water while I break your tape recorder. Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war. Now what's rap got to do with what you got

Well it'll take seven more before I go for mine La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!Īnd add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks itĬhitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew You'll say 'Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship'

So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the FuddĬome like tongues lashes, with the quicknessĪsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!Ī Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flowįunk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fightĪdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater Of an L-ah, An E-ah, simply just a leaderīass in his face means peace see ya later Ship-shape crushed Grapes Apes that play tapes Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four That pooping in a bucket line just always stuck with me for some reason.ĭincO D froom LONS, his verse in scenario is one of my faves of all time. Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring They want to sing-keeping this thing alive Just can't be scared to spread your wings No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops That even joe got problems that he gots to joust with Tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker-But to you Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the drawīlow the door off this shit like bricks and C4 No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high We live this, fitted hats low, conceal the Crooked I I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you A couple of my favorite verses of all time.

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