Uh-huh, just a uh, just a uhListen, if y'all can spit, we can spitPlease get it together, cause anything you can do, I can do betterYour image, material looks, hide it behind hooksRaise the fear, no one but self, who's shook?Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy bookWhose spot you stuck? Duke off the hookI'm from the land of the crook, life quick to endBetter known as the brook, rather take than lendThere's a lot of whack records, but this ain't one of themDJs off the books to head, put the gun to themAll group EMCs, I'm about to start stunnin' themDon't matter what group, every last one of themIt's gettin' crowded in here, some acts gotta goLet's start by eliminating groups that can't flowI better mill my deal, my career with no fearThen none of y'all Duke can touch what's over hereThese rough cut metal tapes, quick to breakYour label mates won't hesitate, negotiateYour table, your table, your tableStage, you can't flow rightPut me on no nightIt's slow like, they need to get your show tightYo Justice, how many EMCs must get pissed or whipped?Crack faces with bottles of crispsHollow chips, gobble lipsThat's the penalty for poppin' thatVanishin' the colorless whipBags of drip, do rags and clipsTag the strip, you had the chance to advanceKid, I'm sorry for the f***s in your hipSon, it's the way of the street merchantLive by the laws, die by the rules* when you play the part of a foolNow hear these dudes from a wise kingSee what my eyes seenYou're supreme, the themeWe sizzle lean and triple greenMy cripple off that digital greenVisual scene, roll footage on your video screenGlow control, two on the roadWe never fold, snug reactJust a Mac, eliminate tracksStimulate facts, a zini, gifted in blackNow watch me add to the kingdom of rapGive me a beatStill in battles like a thiefDon't kill more f***s than Jason in part threeStable, own a graveyard in this labelDumb-dumbs in battle, 12 o'clock now it's ableSo what?Locked up and made the b***h clackThat was because them styles closed, not them rapsAin't that s***, Braswell clothingShould've brung a mirror cause the lyrics wasn't rollingMy rhymes is all that and yours ain'tAnd at a party, you're f***ing taking crazy flicks of meShe said I was a g***s of celebrityBut I'm from the slums with the bums drinking HennessyTake a sip of some Jamaican rumPut fire to my long-tongued teeth and gumsWhen it comes out my mouth, hot and it burnsMake fools out of me, I'm a b***hFlike' im' hostileThese rough-cut metal tapesQuick to break your label matesWon't hesitateNegotiate your table stakesYou can't flow rightP***, put me on no-nightIt's slow like, it needs to get ya' shell tightThese rough-cut metal tapesQuick to break your label matesWon't hesitateNegotiate your table stakesYou can't flow rightP***, put me on no-nightIt's slow like, it needs to get ya' shell tightyou
