Who's your rhymin' hero



I use lyrics versatile, beat up, on any style

Treat em like stepchilds and smile

I grab the mic then i check one two

Brother's look, yo what he's gonna do

Hmm, you know i don't get too hyped

I just fully load up the brain and cock the mic

And blast off rhymes, within a matter of time

I'm like a mirror of organized crime

For slaying an mc who think that he might be

The first brother who could come up and fight me

Start running like you're looking for p.c.

Protective... custody

Cuz i'm blowing off, just for going off

You may think i'm showing off, cuz every rhyme is flowing off

A dope beat that is so sweet to the eardrum

Gets the crowd prepared to hear some

Super, high-powered lyrics, specially chosen

The battle's a snowstorm and brothers are frozen

Thirty-two degrees below zero

Now who's your rhymin' hero (3x)



The genius, is a rap professor

Casual dresser, you may dress fresher

But the way i speak is so poetic

Describe me on the mic, i'm energetic

Even if you roll up strapped with an uzi

Still your wack lyrics couldn't [do me!!]

Yo, i'm not the type of guy

Cuz my lyrics are high powered, meaning fly

I'm not barn, i'm building hard

You thought that i was weak, well let me speak

With me being frozen this mc weather come to

All linked together

See i got wreck, wrapping things in check

You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect

I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle

A style like mine, i dismantle

Just by pickin up the mic, and start showin

I cold turn it out, and yo then

I get super serious strong and then furious

Give an mc something to make them curious

On, professors, in college

I stomp em out just with supreme knowledge

Bustin up witches, yo i give stitches

Super-suckin-fuckin-lickin-some-sexy-scali bitches

I go off, and off men often

See the december's primateen mist coughin

Cuz i'm the god building hard never barred

Bringin crazy static to your attic

Now i'm known to flip a show

Now who's your rhyming hero (4x)



You have some mc's who get too hyped

From a ten word rhyme it took em hours to type

That's not mcing, just an mc being

Weak on his words and never thinkin bout freeing

Poitive thoughts that i let come out

I'm the genius of this, i know what it's about

Cuz on the mic i'm a leader, school i am a reader

When it comes to sex, a strong good breeder

Mc's max but every one i wax

And collect the cash money without being taxed

Now that i have your attention, i'd like to mention

Don't battle me at any rap convention

If so i'll show all who wants to know

To detemine who's an amateur and who is a pro

Don't mean to get ill, cuz i know how you feel

You lack words like mines, talent and skill

Now i'm known to flip a show

Now who's your rhyming hero (4x)


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