Yo I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick Microphone check 2 2 1 2 1 2 Big up all the Monsta Island massive And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid Who ask me what we don't got that you got son For one flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son Secondly ever since I was little Not so much to riddle least rhyme to the syllable Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap With no hands I chop these drums off Truly yours G Rap Actual fact relax In this land of lyrical loss black I'm not the cool sleet stack The one who might stop and talk to you Poison to few ni**as who be bitin styles I'm like pork to Oooh what you got to lose Let mud fly When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry So I ask why the style's from the cess Sh*t be f**kin with my eye as I pull it to the chest The super muthaf**kin'villain grip the mic wit an iron hand Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin'pan It ain't no use in tryin man Son stop cryin Frontin'like you death-defyin' You need to stop lyin' Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin'you With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator F**k around the only ni**as who could hear the same sound （who ） Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown （Yeah yeah only them two ni**as ） And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up （True true） I'd like to say hi It's high fly the odd Merlin That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling Who i own bad b**ch who used to whip the Sterling Who see God never see God earlin' My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most With numb gums some rhymers is lake toast Back to you MF Doom you late show host S to the U to the P E R-uh Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror Thriller co-star or in a realer drama Who break bread with stingy kin-men indian borrower Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes Single-handedly with one eye closed In a fly pose no shirt a lae a May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay That's in a smash way how he did it Muthaf**ka probably couldn't peep it past a minute
[00:17.700]Yo I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick [00:20.255]Microphone check 2 2 1 2 1 2 [00:22.881]Big up all the Monsta Island massive [00:25.824]And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid [00:28.508]Who ask me what we don't got that you got son [00:31.07]For one flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son [00:33.631]Secondly ever since I was little [00:35.766]Not so much to riddle least rhyme to the syllable [00:38.448]Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap [00:40.887]With no hands I chop these drums off [00:42.694]Truly yours G Rap [00:43.882]Actual fact relax [00:45.134]In this land of lyrical loss black [00:47.198]I'm not the cool sleet stack [00:48.890]The one who might stop and talk to you [00:50.761]Poison to few ni**as who be bitin styles I'm like pork to [00:53.446]Oooh what you got to lose Let mud fly [00:56.215]When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry [00:58.963]So I ask why the style's from the cess [01:01.338]Sh*t be f**kin with my eye as I pull it to the chest [01:04.277]The super muthaf**kin'villain grip the mic wit an iron hand [01:06.715]Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin'pan [01:09.88]It ain't no use in tryin man [01:10.780]Son stop cryin [01:11.776]Frontin'like you death-defyin' [01:13.26]You need to stop lyin' [01:14.338]Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first [01:17.88]Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin'you [01:19.340]With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor [01:21.217]Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator [01:23.778]F**k around the only ni**as who could hear the same sound （who ） [01:27.407]Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown [01:29.405]（Yeah yeah only them two ni**as ） [01:31.29]And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up [01:34.591]（True true） [01:34.969]I'd like to say hi [01:35.967]It's high fly the odd Merlin [01:37.281]That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling [01:39.471]Who i own bad b**ch who used to whip the Sterling [01:41.969]Who see God never see God earlin' [01:44.531]My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost [01:47.283]Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most [01:49.844]With numb gums some rhymers is lake toast [01:52.219]Back to you MF Doom you late show host [01:54.909]S to the U to the P E R-uh [01:56.846]Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror [01:59.842]Thriller co-star or in a realer drama [02:02.280]Who break bread with stingy kin-men indian borrower [02:05.158]Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes [02:07.907]Single-handedly with one eye closed [02:10.34]In a fly pose no shirt a lae a [02:12.595]May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay [02:15.158]That's in a smash way how he did it [02:17.670]Muthaf**ka probably couldn't peep it past a minute
