[verse 1]
If you wanna try to play me
You better be a very good actor
'Cause rhyming is a breeze like the wind-chill factor for me
The name is Emskee; memorize it like test material, 'cause i'm imperial
I used to make rhymes with my alphabet cereal when I was a kid - that was all I did, but yo
Nowaday, I amaze the ma**es
I'm always in there like laminated stage pa**es
'Cause I always come through in a clutch, with the [] sharp, like some razor-blade box-cutters
You know the half, I'm the Ace in the hole
And if you front, Ima whip your tail like a f**ing tad-pole
So go ahead and keep smirking, I got your boys [] pointed at the speakers with their f**ing [hands/heads] jerking
Cause they know I got the gusto
By the pound, yo, this is how I get down
[hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]:
I
Get down
Like this
[hesitate?]
I get bread on the regular
I
Get down
Like this
[hesitate?]
Take these words home and think it through
(x2)
[verse 2]
You can't feel beats, 'cause you ain't the the touch to rip sh**
Properly
You need to watch me, see
You pop sh**, like the bubble on the game of Trouble
And then you run like a horse in the daily double
That's the sign of a true s**er
A blow-pop motherf**er playing large like a [something burger?] with the extra cheese, with these scuffed up rhymes, like ashy knees
Get a grip on yourself like Pewee Herman on the real
Then get some sk** and then you might get a deal
But for now, you need to play the low like mellow jazz
Play the back, 'cause your rhymings wack
Nick Wiz is on the track, and you can't beat around
If my mans slacks, I got the cross-fader now
Like Jesus Christ, the boys nice with his
We get busy, 'cause n***as ain't got Paul waiting
Hesitating is a raw plague
You seem to catch it a lot, you seem to catch it a lot
'cause your style is mad vague
And bland, like no frills
I'm bringing punchlines and raw sound
'Cause this is how I get down
[hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]:
I
Get down
Like this
[hesitate?]
I get bread on the regular
I
Get down
Like this
[hesitate?]
Take these words home and think it through
(x2)
[verse 3]
You're all up on my dick like crazy-glue creeps
Cause i'm different all around like religious beliefs
Duck,duck, goose
I picked you to get the noose around your neck, since you want to hang around so much
The dutch master is the one I obey
You wanna be on top, but not real like a toupee
Damn, ain't that some sh** from the bull
My man, you ain't gravity, so why'd you try to pull that?
Emskee is not your average, Joey with the tricks and gimmicks, and I'm not the one to mimmick - I don't play that
You better get your own sh**, brother
Stop biting, and start up your own style of writing
Save the copying for double ca**ette decks
The rhymes I write are the epitome of s**: mad pleasure
I'm stimulating all around that dig the underground, cause this is how I get down
[hook (a bunch of sampled stuff)]:
I
Get down
Like this
[hesitate?]
I get bread on the regular
I
Get down
Like this
[hesitate?]
Take these words home and think it through
(x2)