Man Talking]

They can only leave to live

the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic

Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics

I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash

I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary

Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary

Give me the mic and watch me slay

Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off?

Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged

Pathetically in front of me I suppress

I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly



In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it

This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit

Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas

With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures

A high rank nigga shop squat taker

Maker of some hot shit lose

Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose

Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch

Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say I'm just too much

consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka

Private chopper live and die hip hopper

With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up

And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit I'm tryna pack and stack shit

To continue to make phat shit



Chorus:



"And niggas know..the lyrical molestin is takin place" - Biggie

And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must everytime I bust (repeat 2X)



I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often

Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften

Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily

Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady

Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics

Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats

To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll

the swish and burn it slow cats me know

Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus

Once I was the brokest bitch now I bought the dopest shit

The poker Chips get place on the misses with?

To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper

Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins



Chorus



If you consider yourself to be a competitor

the object of the game is to bury ya

Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area

Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated

To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation

Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit

To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute

Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch

Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six

Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like China

why you fucking wit pure dough

Tonight's da night we all get high niggas know Brat take without askin

Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards

lyrical assassin and niggas know



[Man Talking]

Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition

made some motherfucker before the first admission

Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout

Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain

Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic

Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool

All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag

I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge

Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge

To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord

You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it

Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me

I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly