"Oh my God!" There's a million MCs that claim they want some. But see I create sounds that make your ears go numb. Peace to Sayres Ave. , yeah you know how we go. My best friend Steven at the Home
mic's in hand and rhymes with clout. So watch it sucker mcs or we're gonna turn you out. . . We never talk trash, our rhymes are clean. Our rhymes are never vague and we say nothing obscene. So any
. Niggaz just lose when I choose the best crews of MCs. And turn 'em into refugees I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the. Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows. Think to yourself I write the * so
? Who? Heaven's the mother troad. Clovers and blue diamonds. I don't know what the hell I'm sayin'. But I'm still rhyming And I'm so ultra fly. Ultramagnetic fly. This vodka wit' this red bulls. Got
? Who? Heaven's the mother troad. Clovers and blue diamonds. I don't know what the hell I'm sayin'. But I'm still rhyming And I'm so ultra fly. Ultramagnetic fly. This vodka wit' this red bulls. Got
slap your, slap your hands!. It's the Cataracs!. Yeah, ok, we overkill. Name her way like Oprah Hills. Hit your face like holy feel. Like a lazy boy, I'm so for real!. My heart beats in stereo. I put MCs
Yo yo what the *, man? Big L takin' over the streets. Flamboyant entertainment What yall bout to witness, Big L. My whole crew wild, the game is called rap. Other MCs, they aint got a chance at
wicked outlaw. For torturing and murdering MCs. Who try to recreate def rhymes like these On stage I'm a terror, mascara don't smear a unverified. Stockings don't run, and men don't dare a. Speak out