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I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas


Wit out no problem


Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/


Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it`s wack


I draw back the cap for the peelin


Should of stuck to rock dealin


Cuz it`s the blood stealin/super vill..


Chill..stayin high like the ceilin


See there aint enough room for the both of us


See it`s a showdown/throw down


Your best style i`ll bust


(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up


Couldn`t hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs


In all disrespect


I`ll snatch you by your neck


And do a suplex and step


So nigga you can check my credentials


Just hard rhymes and instrumentals


Xzhibit smash you wit a dental


And a loaded pistol


No longer lookin in the window


I`ll bust a field wit indo


Killin quarts of beer


Sadie`s outta here...





Verse two: mc breeze





Like a fuze/start spreadin the news


Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues


I paid my dues/and now it`s time to go on to the next mode


Make room for the kaboom/cuz i`m about to explode


And drop bombs like a b1/cops i seize none


And niggas step up/i soak emcseason


3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate


No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight


I aint the type to pic up the mic


And catch the stage fright


I`ll pull a gauge if i aint paid right


To the promoters on tour


Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!


I`m psycho pathic like manson


Aint wit the dancin


But still i get more cheers than ted danson


More dough than marino or roles than pacino


You beatin me? that`s only in your dreams ho


I`m not sayin i`m unbeatable/i`m sayin i`m untouchable


Livin comfortable just like a huxtable


Plus i`m rollin wit the cross roads


Movin fast foward/while you other suckas


Stuck in a pause mode


I goes deep like a great white


But i`m a stay black


No matter how high the pay stacks


Or if my rep gets bigger


You might get take this nigga out the ghetto


But not the ghetto out this nigga.....





Verse three: j-ro, tash





For the balls basketballs


Microphones gassin grass(hey)


Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass


93 mandingo/94 i`m the pharoah


Cuz i`m b-bbad to the bone marrow


I get wild


Wit more styles than the martial arts


I need weed


I roll more grass than golf carts


April 92 you no the ro was a looter


Now i`m writin raps on my lab-top computer


J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green


Been on the scene/since the age of 13


I learned i had to earn the mic


Now`s my turn


I got furious styles like larry fishburne...





Wit da bitches tunin me in


Like it`s the young and the restless


Next up to bust my shit


From the l-i-k-s`s


Yes it`s the freshest


Wit lyrics rough around the edges


I`ll smoke you on the mic


Like a pack of benson hedges


But..hold up wait


I`ll bust rhymes that`ll circulate


That`ll wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht


Cuz i be rockin rhymes


Since the roof was on fire


So point me to the bitch who`s the dopest butterflyer


I`ll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya


Broadway is on the tables


While i throw these lyrica atcha


So....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound


You betta do the hokey pokey


And turn ya self around...

(see look look)


I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas


Wit out no problem


Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/


Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it`s wack


I draw back the cap for the peelin


Should of stuck to rock dealin


Cuz it`s the blood stealin/super vill..


Chill..stayin high like the ceilin


See there aint enough room for the both of us


See it`s a showdown/throw down


Your best style i`ll bust


(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up


Couldn`t hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs


In all disrespect


I`ll snatch you by your neck


And do a suplex and step


So nigga you can check my credentials


Just hard rhymes and instrumentals


Xzhibit smash you wit a dental


And a loaded pistol


No longer lookin in the window


I`ll bust a field wit indo


Killin quarts of beer


Sadie`s outta here...





Verse two: mc breeze





Like a fuze/start spreadin the news


Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues


I paid my dues/and now it`s time to go on to the next mode


Make room for the kaboom/cuz i`m about to explode


And drop bombs like a b1/cops i seize none


And niggas step up/i soak emcseason


3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate


No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight


I aint the type to pic up the mic


And catch the stage fright


I`ll pull a gauge if i aint paid right


To the promoters on tour


Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!


I`m psycho pathic like manson


Aint wit the dancin


But still i get more cheers than ted danson


More dough than marino or roles than pacino


You beatin me? that`s only in your dreams ho


I`m not sayin i`m unbeatable/i`m sayin i`m untouchable


Livin comfortable just like a huxtable


Plus i`m rollin wit the cross roads


Movin fast foward/while you other suckas


Stuck in a pause mode


I goes deep like a great white


But i`m a stay black


No matter how high the pay stacks


Or if my rep gets bigger


You might get take this nigga out the ghetto


But not the ghetto out this nigga.....





Verse three: j-ro, tash





For the balls basketballs


Microphones gassin grass(hey)


Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass


93 mandingo/94 i`m the pharoah


Cuz i`m b-bbad to the bone marrow


I get wild


Wit more styles than the martial arts


I need weed


I roll more grass than golf carts


April 92 you no the ro was a looter


Now i`m writin raps on my lab-top computer


J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green


Been on the scene/since the age of 13


I learned i had to earn the mic


Now`s my turn


I got furious styles like larry fishburne...





Wit da bitches tunin me in


Like it`s the young and the restless


Next up to bust my shit


From the l-i-k-s`s


Yes it`s the freshest


Wit lyrics rough around the edges


I`ll smoke you on the mic


Like a pack of benson hedges


But..hold up wait


I`ll bust rhymes that`ll circulate


That`ll wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht


Cuz i be rockin rhymes


Since the roof was on fire


So point me to the bitch who`s the dopest butterflyer


I`ll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya


Broadway is on the tables


While i throw these lyrica atcha


So....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound


You betta do the hokey pokey


And turn ya self around...

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