90 degrees cuz my angle is right
and when I rap on the mic you say its trump tight
I take flight, with the flow,
Super duper tight-ass rhymes, you know,
Fo sho, I'm coming back again
With the beats and skratchin from my homie and my friend
Dj flipflop, with the kuts, with the beats, audio treats,
And its me on the M I C with the heat
Defeat, no I do not think so
What you smoking homie man just say no
To the drugs, the pushers, and the dealers
Fuck a 64 I'm rollin 18 wheelers
Like Anthony peeler, hittin from downtown,
Say wut wut wut when the speakers surround
When the tweakers are down, every seat is taken
Like a juke move you're shaken
Baken, I don't give a screw about no chicken
Shake it in a bag and you say its finger lickin
Dope rhymes are what I trade
2 to the dollar that's how I get paid
who are you to tell me what to do
just get in the ride and bust on through
sixty two in a fifty five, cops on tail, stayin alive
all these punks that wanna step,
but its 50 mothafuckin 3 that I rep
emcees around, emcees abound,
too many damn emcees in this town,
funk to the flex then add the master
kick it old school for the funky blaster
when I rhyme on the mic it's a disaster
like a earthquake, I make sucka emcees shake,
and it's on the take, like an out
flex my clout, ten round bout,
who is the motherfucker with the gun
stop this match before its won
