rate me

if I'm not workin or puttin work in

I'm either wheelin and dealin

or probably jerkin my (censored)

yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions

all destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection

rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight

always get the dough first then everything else goes right

at least that's what they say and who the fuck is they?

make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay

Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen

before he bust blast em, never trust no Kardassian

captains log supplemental

the Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal

on my cue photon torpedo

oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito

and so on for the street though

smoke a pound of leak though

I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show

don't let the drama getcha

in the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger

bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher

either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher

in that order, man, woman ,son, daughter

the beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter

even if you hear some whack shit you never give a chance

some shit sound like all you could do off it is riverdance

it's not a hobby, don't be sloppy

doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery

nobody supposed to get bodied...golly

this shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably

it's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon

where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm

while workin' on new developments for the book bomb

in one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)

BOW! look mom.. no hand

studied black magic for years out in no man's land

it's like a barbecue all swine cookout

to fuck up they plans like a blind man look out

cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it

the same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit

Norbert y'all better off goin corporate

nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid

there's no prints, he hold the mic with a mic glove

and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love

like on top of the world loser keep it gully

rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly

it's why they brung V he still hungry

and spit something thick on the mic like a lungie

mind ya daughter she on line for the water

to get lucky like when she found a quater kinda sorta

remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?

he only came to save the game like a memory card

ooh shrewd, alot of crews is too rude

and it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes

he said 24-7 I be on call

he use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall

numbskulls.. get ta steppin they dumb dull

and how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull

cats be like what's wrong with your man black?

biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax

jeez and can't get no peace

form blazin sword for the police robeast

Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report

and sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought

you ain't know he sell hooks and choruses?

they couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses

it's like a friendly game of dodge ball

oddball gaurd y'all, he played the garage wall

with the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace

and the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist

you saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped

or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop

it's too much wreck hops

who next to get they neck chopped

or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop

woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do

groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew

they outta place, beats sounds like outer space

with no time to waste he was audi.. without a trace

Thanks to Hog. for these lyrics

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