Mcand's be fakinand' so now they get taken
chorus:
fake mcand's they always act hard
but wonand't walk the street without they bodyguard
i hate fake mcand's they always act hard
but wonand't walk the street without they bodyguard
verse one:
mcand's i lay out like stiffs in the morgue
praise the lord youand're in awe
when iand'm gripping the mic chord
rhymes i rip with swift execution
one verse to coherse your girl to prostition
the guru is now the brother you fear and
beware when iand'm making hits with premier and
rolling to a spot near you
lyrics tear through
chrome to your dome
you better watch your rear view
niggaz been held back too long weand're coming up
in the streets we roll alone so watch me running up
iand'm summing up a mad posse of warriors
night crusaders able to break down barriers
and bringing faces of death putting mcand's to rest
until thereand's no fake chumps left
run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce
my rhymeand's a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce
chorus 4x
verse two:
gangstarr boy and thatand's beyond your comprehension
mad brothers in every city
you can feel the tension
to stop the killing wack mcand's must die
who am i
iand'm the substance thatand'll make your third eye cry
too potent, too high an intelligence quotient
when i unleash my speech iand'll have you punk rappers open
i wonand't expose your names and your identities
you know youand're phoney get the fuck from in front of me
hardcore fans are fed up from your folk lore
lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores
and i hope youand're not the one that iand'm after
since the days of adidas iand've been a true master
chorus 4x
verse three:
iand've been around punk but yo i still feel young
a few of my crew members like to pack guns
iand'm high strung but donand't mistake me when i smile
i murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle
after the killing just like casper iand'm ghost
fakes thought i was friendly [???]
toast without a gun youand'd be done
throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one
choose one metaphore and then choose another
wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother
although iand'm five foot eight they call me sargeant
got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden
at madison square i shot a fair one
so many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldnand't dare run
mcand's pay cash to ensure their safety
they know they canand't take me
the g-a-n-g, you crazy?
i be on them like a message from god
knowledge of self while fake mcand's play hard
chorus 4x
outro (2x):
fake mcand's they always act hard
iand'm not a sucker so i donand't need a bodyguard
