Priority Records - Give 'Em a Sample lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] Now I'm gonna sit down and let the rhythmn spark a brain cell Spontaneous the way that I dwell And to the beat like a predator, the stage is my habitat When I'm at war mic becomes a battle axe I write the lingo to hype up this single I make you fever for the flavor like Pringles Design a rhyme like a strategist When I plan the attack all the s**ers get mad at this To prove the point that Tone is on the uprise He'll drop a beat so Marquis can improvise Super vocal, the hyped up dopefiend If I was meant to flow, I'd flow upstream To show an MC that my approach is different No beating around the bush cause I'm straight up business Reactin like molecules to cause your friction Tone is my producer, Kay does the mixin Right on time I intertwine with the rhyme I let the beat flow smooth so I can add the ba**line I get the cue for me to give an example Yo Kay, get quick on the mix, give em a sample [ VERSE 2 ] As a wise man said, you have to prove you're worthy That's why I grab the mic and I show no mercy Get straight to the point like steel to a magnet Time to detonate, watch for the fragments I take rhymes, stick em to the beat, he's pitchin The rap Bo Jackson's up and I'm hittin You a homerun that's pumpin to the maximum No time to slow down, so I'ma add some Style and techniques by one rhymer and a DJ We're sittin on the world, listenin to the replay Runnin backtracks, never eat a bowl of Sugar Smacks Cause when I rhyme I'm a potent aphrodisiac Makin your hormones quicken with the blend I take a pause on a break and let the rhymes flow in Slow like a thunder cloud, inconspicuous For me to grab the crowd, make a sap look ridiculous The art of war is to conquer all obstacles For this soldier nothin is impossible My pulse rate quickens when it's time to unwind Just gimme the mic and it's showtime [ VERSE 3 ] Track three, yo Tone, what you're doin? Pump up the ba**, I feel a brainstorm brewin And that's when it's time to come smooth like satin It's the bottom of the ninth, I'll do the battin I'm sittin and waitin with a rhyme on a enema tongue Like a viper ready to strike one Down, and leavin no wounds intent to And 911, homebody, cannot help you When I let the DJ spark my combustion And all the words form from the pen I'm clutchin Down on line paper, the newest rap caper Who rhymes like a bystander with this tape of Paragraphs, sentences, words and adjectives Combine it all togetheer on lyrics is what's happenin Marquis's shinin with the sparkle of a dope rope And I'm winnin, make the s**ers hope To ever try to get it or even want it But only the chosen few could ever flaunt it In ways that pays for things that are material Barin a course straight for your cerebral Membrane, or audible organ Or should I say our eardrum to change the slogan The term which explains why the DJ's scratchin It's because of the drum and his allergic reaction To the s**ers on the sideline who need an example Yo Kay, get quick with the mix, give em a sample