(is that a turntable? well get on it itand's your turn)
Who gets laid the chicken or the egg?
How about the mc that has just been led
To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped
Cause iand'm a feature straight from the bronx
Productions better known as boogie down
If i was a king right now iand'd get crowned
The nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord
I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
To get specific, and probably make you understand
What makes the 808 plan
Itand's simple, iand'm a round it off like this
Thatand's how many stupid mcand's iand've dissed
But if the commence to try me i wonand't buy it
Iand'll look them up and down and iand'll say andquot;donand't even try itandquot;
Cause i can go on and on without breathing
The tr, another form of bdp-eating
Mcand's like chunky, moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking mcand's like a junky
Fiending, hitting mcand's like they was cocaine
Calling them john doe, meaning they have no name
Iand'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
I lay down the law that i am a slaughter
I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
In water, now watch you soak
Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
Itand's heavy like an anchor, itand's no problem
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
I am a profressional, boy, youand're just a rookie
Iand'm here to sing a song, but some are not able
Compared to me youand're just crumbs on the table
In my prime, more vocal than iand've ever been
Iand'm not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now iand'm back to just cold rip
Mcand's like confetti, eat and'em like spaghetti
I chill for a year and yet iand'm still ready
To house mcand's, sink and'em like a boat will
I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
So now you know the 808 is showing
I do damage in just one moment
Hereand's a little message to those who want to hang out
Just remember that i give pain out
The tr-808 relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
Iand'm not into b-boying, just hoeing
Showing, blowing mcand's like the wind does
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Compared to me youand're just crumbs on the table
You must think, before you even get soup
Iand'll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want more and more
Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
But iand'm with it, so go for yours
You may even try to diss, but i call it flattery
I pack more volts than a duracell battery
Charging mcand's, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing i be rocking
Every little city i play i leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
Iand'm the type of person that never needs rehearsing
Just a little sex, a six pack of beckand's
And my room to move about, and a guiness stout
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
Sometimes iand'm on the mic, sometimes iand'm on the turntable
Iand'm superb, sort of like herb
A man of my word and iand've never been served!
