[Featuring The Lady Of Rage Kurupt The Kingpin]
"The real. *chattering and clapping in background* Remix" *echoes*
"More MCing and DJing... from your own mind ya know?"
"I I guess right now we should start the show..."
Verse one: Guru
Please baby we gettin G's you know the steez baby
Ain't no if's no and's no but's or no maybe's
The Bible drive you crazy almost break your neck
A game will take respect, remember Just To Get a Rep?
Sportin baggy pants macking, backing finance
Bold figure, older nigger, yo, watch me advance
Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more
Putting pressure on, catching rep from the dog, your insecure
Inject like them fucking doctors
Moving in silk, more milk than Louis Pasteur
Ask yourself, do you wanna mess with this?
The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits
Then this neck gets what, I bring the crowd into a frenzy
I leave you sleeping with the fishes, see how these niggaz envy?
Authentic vocal tone transmitting like a Mobile phone
Welcome to my ghetto, my man, hope you can hold your own
I take your first name to the, last name curve
Against grimy, stimy, who you?, preventing the herd
I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here
Your style don't come across, your lost about here
At 5' 8 and 3/4", I be the warrior, sargeant, Gang Starr
Rippin clubs and bars
Super star-studded, fine rings and flooded
On the low, counting dough in this rap life, I love it
You know my steez...
"You know my steez" *echoes* --> Method Man
"Let em know, do your thing, dog." "Keep it live."
*scratching*
(Lady of Rage: check, check, check it out y'all)
"Killer Bees, y'all" --> Method Man
Verse two: Lady of Rage
You best to back off, we back off ways since the baddest dog
Your the wack dog cause of your half-assed songs
I bring it you, keep
