Monster Mike - Remember the Name lyrics

[Intro: Human] Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to welcome you to what can only be described as... The bu*tery slickness (bu*tery slickness) That is myself, and Monster Mike (Mmhm) The 773 The likes of which you've never, ever seen Yo... Yeah (take notes) [Verse 1: Human] This verse is like a murderous rampage Your man stays a couple groupies short of a fanbase These words are like portable mortars torn from a flat page Contorted, and meta-morphed while you're drawing a sad face Prepared to turn a daring spitter to a scaredy victim Storyteller who can weave a longer tale (tail) than hair extensions Beware the sickness; these 16's are not sweet These sick beats I'm dropping are pristine, so stop beef I...stroll to the store for a Toblerone as I joke of bros Who had sold their souls to the foe below that don't flow as cold I'll hopefully know of a broken code that'll coax my tone 'Till the flows that I spoke are as dope as O's from a smoking bowl It's automatic; this multisyllabic magic Will go and attack my baddest opponent and have him panic His bros. will be standing static, and frozen, and rather saddened The flows that I had to rap were as cold as the planet Saturn That's -250°C And lyricists this sick typically need medicine (Why?) In order for me to put Chicago on the map I'd have to take it off: I've already got it on my back Started from a simple desk-and-pencil beat. Eventually The limits we transcended had drifted into infinity But now I'm back to make these rappers panic Mad because my land is savage and cops will hara** you if your pants are sagging But in these trying times, I'm rhyming to inspire minds k**ing beats with tire irons, and driving down the cyanide Lines of mine that I provide should touch the hearts of cats that's sick Of hearing radio and being told that that's what rapping is (You better tell 'em) [Hook] [Monster Mike] I'm only hoping you remember the name And hope that you remember all them n***as are lames I only hope that you remember my name Cause ever since Pun died, hip-hop isn't the same. #philme [Human] My only hope is you remember the name Even if you think I'm corny or considered a lame...I mean... My only hope is you remember the name Cause ever since Pac died, hip-hop isn't the same [Verse 2: Human] Well, I'll be saying "bye-bye" to these Illini consortiums I shine bright as twilight, so I might ignore 'em These rappers are my sons; these guys, I support 'em My lines are so deadly, that Whitney died tryna' snort 'em Now, every time you see me, on Youtube, or tv I'll chuck the deuce, knock a dude's tooth loose and leaving G, I don't have time for this. I'm libelous I've been trying to find a niche And spit the kind of lines that make a hymen itch That's penetration. So sick, that I've been a patient Since I was playing with spacemen in Charles Xavier's basement Face it: Mr. Lucas is as gifted as mutants Sipping the brew and getting lifted 'till he's pissing the fluids Millions are clueless. I live to influence them to pursue it So if I hit you, you'll be witnessing the fist of a movement Or movement of a fist. See how I'm switching into it And how the hater's getting pissed me from listening to it? History's proven a chick would be dismissing a dude Who is not as talented or rich as me. He isn't congruent Women typically resist me 'till they hear me on tour, like (Every line he spits to me is so atypically fluent!) I'll be flowing in the basement, so it's so localization potent I'm smoking this blatant flow, and then hoping the haters notice The coldest on stages, homie. This glorious age upon me Is dope as taking a toke, take your breath and I'll make you choke And she's hoping I'll take it slow, but I'm known for my crazy stroke And hey, most of my haters know that I'm bold with an angry flow Like October of '84, I'm too cold for the radio. Yeah [Verse 3 - Monster Mike] Stain Gang Village n***a. I be hella' with them n***as I ain't never new, but it's true: I be ripping n***as On this rap, though. I get off. Are you mad, bro Cause I be getting smoked out, and all you do is match hoes? And all I do is smash hoes, and they be tryna brag And you never had the swag, dude; you're a whole a**hole It's good, though.They know what it is with me, it's good, bro No stunt, though. They know how we're coming; they're not tough, bro Reggie Howard's not what n***as want, bro f** around and let my knuckles talk to skud's nose like whaddup Hit stains, whaddup. Get paid, whaddup. Brand name, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup He's like my blood, so I know that he'll bust Yeah, and whaddup, whaddup, whaddup Joe, who told you I don't spit the best? I just need some sh** I like to spit the best, f** you mean. (#philme) [Hook]