Uncle

Rippin the microphone

And blowin the stage apart.

These mc's ain't got no heart

They need to quit before they start.

Shakin and breakin 'em down

Best at least

F***in 'em up up at least

Smackin 'em in a pilek

Now have a stomp and a smile g.

Raisin

Replacin

Like jason

When i be chasin

These rappers

Machetti style

Choppin down

Their petty style's bassin

All in my face

You got the mic

But i gotta getcha off it

You got my rhyme

Now cough it

Brother sweat the tip and forfeit.

You're nada

Know nota

I'm hotter

You're a slow trotter.

Karate

Switch the e into an a

And it's karata.

When i come on

I'm rippin it up

Just like a madman.

I fly your head

Chop off your legs

And make your head stand.

Tax and wreckin these chumps

All of them i rub out.

You know the time

What's on your mind

You know i never go out.

I be breakin bouts

Ya boys

Your block is full of bums see.

You never was too clever

Stick the fork in you

You're done g.



The instrument'll rip

With the ultimate

Of all the rappers.

Toe to toe

Whenever i go

I guarantee

The flow will smack ya.

Pumpin ya full a lead

Just like a 9

Kickin it off in half the time

Takin a break

And makin mine

You're way behind.

Ya needed a title

And all the uncle

Made your title for ya

Hopin

And prayin

And wishin

That i can't rap

But i rip all a yall

In half

Look at me laugh

Ya hee-haw style

Ya kick it

Mmmmm i see goodies

Gimme the mic and hoodie

Now i'll dick it.

Any

The every

The his

The hers

Of those

Of theirs

Of them.

I see your title

Around your neck

Just swingin loose

I take your gem.

I'm takin it off you neck

With every line that i select

And rappin it up and cuttin

While i'm starin

With disrespect.

Bustin off

Yeah

Squeezin like a vice grip

Blowin ya off the stage

Into the crowd

So have a nice trip.



I'm takin control

I hold

The microphone is good as gold

Fly so many heads

I built my twenty-fifth

Totem pole.

Turnin it out

And gettin wrecked

Is just a understatement.

How special to rap a flat

Puttin his head

Inside the pavement.

Burnin 'em up

Just like a flame thrower

Rippin 'em

With the cool flower.

Takin 'em out in pairs

Like the man, noah

Holdin 'em up

Just like a trophy

For the world to see.

You really ain't superb

You see

You're goin out

Like a girl to me.

Takin your little

Boo-hoo baby

Tear drop

Cryin style

Breakin it down

Until there's dust

And i'ma vacuum up the pile.

Showin

And provin

And groovin

And makin a movie

On the mic.

Slappin a marlboro

In his mouth

Just like

A dirty little tyke.

Master of the murderous

Maniac

Mad style

Amazin man

Mackin the mic

Since i was just

A mere child.

Props and props

More props than terminator 2

With pen and pad

I play to you

And on the cross-fader too.

Endlessly with energy

Undefeatable lyrically

Expandin my empire

You don't wanna test me.



Wizard of funkadelic

Every album's like a relic

Bite the line

Chewin on mine

But ya never live to tell it.

Bustin it off quick

Flippin the script

That's in the bushes

Then walkin around the jam

I'm handin out pounds

And mushes.

You're makin a face

You wanna test my slick manuever?

Your best to rock a break beat

Or somethin you can groove to.

Even if every rapper

In the world was makin jams

As soon as i set this off

Their mic's are slidin

Out their hands.

Rockin the junky's world

With the release

Of every single

Back in the days

I told ya

I need a beat

To make ya jingle.

Overlord

Droppin the sword

And choppin off the mic cord.

Rappers are dead

All over the street

In every state i toured.

I'm dealin the truth

With living god

That's right before ya eyes.

And i'll be rollin

In hoods and sneakers

You can keep the suit and ties.

No sell out

Bet ya uncle never dies.

Gimme that microphone

I'll rip it up

Until sunrise


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