CLEF]

Another MC lose his life tonight, lord

I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why

O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa



[CLEF]

I haunt MC's like Mephistophales

Bringin swords and Damacles

Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy

Abstract raps simple with a street format

Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.

Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion

Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.

I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's watching me"

I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.

And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic

Hypocrit, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.

It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over

the earth.



[LAURYN]:INTERLUDE

See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes

That can only get down with my crew

And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes

We'll show you how the refugees do.



[LAURYN]

Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes

Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.

It's against the laws of Physics.

So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics

Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile

Whether jew or gentile

I rank top percentile,

Many styles,

More powerful than gamma rays

My grammar pays,

Like Carlos Sanatana plays

Black Magic Woman

So while you fuming, I'm consuming

Mango juice under Polaris,

You're just embarrassed

Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"

And even after all my logic and my theory,

I add a muthafuckker so you ignint niggas hear me.

And you remember take notes,

As I sow my rap otas

And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.



[CLEF]:(Chorus)

Another MC lose his life tonight, lord

I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why

O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa



[CLEF]

You can try but you can't divide the tri

These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe

The magazine says the girl should have gone solo,

The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo.

Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part

As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start,

For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp

Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.

Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka

Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka.

While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your

assassination

Then hit you like the Dutchmen



[PRAZ]

I compress sound sets with my rap DBX

Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX

Bring terror to the shop of horror,

As she cries "Mi amor"

The phantom dies in the opera

And to the youngin's who carry gadgets

And kill 6 days a week then rest on the Sabbath.

Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me

Then get buried like the great Mussolini

And for you bitin' Zealots

Your rap styles are relics

No matter who you damage

Your still a false prophet.



[CLEF]:(Chorus)

Another MC lose his life tonight, lord

I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why

O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa