(As we go a little something like this
Hit it > Slick Rick )
(Like this)
[Verse 1]
Now I'ma pump a new record up loud like thunder
Get your minds goin so you all wonder
How does he do it grab his mic and run through it
Over to the public so suckers can chew it
Kut Terror terrorize wanna be stars
While I rip through my rhymes like a rocket to Mars
The man keeps goin strong forever
Over bumps and bruises, but loses never
I gotta move, I can't sit too long
Cause if I'm idle, I start thinkin somethin is wrong
Cause I'm a warrior, can't be beat and won't lose
Rap is the life and profession I choose
Can't take a rest, I'm still in a rush
I'm out to conquer and just cold crush
Condition my mind and keep both eyes open
Even at night when I'm restin I'm scopin
See, once I start, I gotta finish up
Nobody leave until the record is cut
When I aim, I aim for the stars, and I won't miss
Cause I'ma kick it like this
(Like this)
[Verse 2]
People all over had a serious doubt
That I could grab the microphone and burn it out
But microphone-burnin is a serious sport
So I burned every rapper that played on the court
Terror's a Kut Terrorist, seem to scare
A lotta deejays gettin paid out there
They hear about speed and a acurate scratch
So bring the whole batch cause no one can match
Quality shows and the style of the rhyme
But when a scratch track hits the charts are all mine
Cause I work hard, and never was a quitter
Like Les Foxxx is a homerun hitter
If you follow the intro, you know what I'm sayin
See that I'm business, and I ain'
