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Verse one: xzibit
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down ***
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
'cause it's the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw down
Your best style I'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make *** throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll *** you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So *** you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here...
Verse two: mc breeze
Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin *** the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/'cause I'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And *** step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you f**kin featherweight
I ain't the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still I get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/i'm sayin I'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus I'm rollin wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But I'm a stay black
No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this *** out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this ***.....
Verse three: j-ro, tash
For the balls basketballs
Microphones gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 I'm the pharoah
'cause I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get wild
Wit more styles than the martial arts
I need weed
I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a looter
Now I'm writin raps on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic
Now's my turn
I got furious styles like larry fishburne...
Wit da *** tunin me in
Like it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my ***
From the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the freshest
Wit lyrics rough around the edges
I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson hedges
But..hold up wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk *** up like mc eiht
'cause I be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on fire
So point me to the *** who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
While I throw these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya f**k wit my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey
And turn ya self around...