Verse one: xzibit
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down n***as
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 n***as 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 n***a 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
k**in quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here...
Verse two: mc breeze
Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin n***as 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 n***as step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you f**in 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 s**as
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 n***a out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this n***a.....
Verse three: j-ro, tash
For the balls basketballs
Microphones ga**in gra**(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to pa**
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 gra** 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 b**hes tunin me in
Like it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my sh**
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 a** up like mc eiht
Cuz i be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on fire
So point me to the b**h who's the dopest bu*terflyer
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 f** wit my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey
And turn ya self around...