Realistic - No Wack MC's lyrics

[Intro: Young A] Yeah! Ha! Realistic. Young A. Let's get this! Yo! No Wack MC's. Nope. Yo! [Verse 1: Young A] When I step up on the scene There better be no wack MC's They messed me up [?] How you been? I'm like Da Vinci My darling kiss me [?] trying to sick me But I flame them 'Cause all I do is spit heat, I rip sheets I started rapping when beats was known as Big T Had these MC's [?] on a ladder 'Cause they working McD's Now we spit these bars saying finish this sh** quickly Crazy tooth I spit like this and I'm only f**ing sixteen And all the ones who were laughing at me Trying to hop on the bandwagon And in my eyes, they are a bunch of garbage can maggots Yeah, I'm staying rapping in [?] until the stands [?] Until they hate me so much that they can't bear it That's when I turn the speakers up I got the Grim Reaper touch I k** the beasts and eat them They want me to [?] [?] Running, trying to catch up Well, let's wrap up Play it nice, so they see my rap song [Verse 2: Realistic] Ahem! Uh, uh, yeah! Your rhymes ain't accepted Like from cash you can't check it It was seven on eleven And I can see that you're stressing 'Cause I'm sent from heaven It was a blessing that I'm in the essence Spitting a million words a second I'm here, so hip-hop is present Living like a king and working like a slave I'm gonna let you do your thing, but you ain't got it made Oh, I think I found my prey Pa** the mic I'm about to spray Words like bullets on the stage I just came and did what I had to do Murdered all these rappers but they still mad at you Spit and then get hit like a s**ual transmit Man you should just quit You be k**ing this rap sh** 'Cause you're here for that minute Need that addiction in your system Hope you stop and listen I [?] from all of that stress So they trip and try to flex Rhythm and lyricism expressed My mind nothing less Wack MC's had to address [Verse 3: Young A] I guess it's back to me I'm [?], I tragically murder it happily They're hacking me, but they're lacking heat I had to beat this [?] So when they [?], they're [?] shrieks I heard that they're trying to pa** the fee rapidly Spit with no f**s who they casualties Turned into a Casper scene Well I'm a Ghostbuster, flow rocker, soul stopper Couldn't handle the foam knuckles The punch lines that are thrown from us, slow bullets Just the lyrics and the sick flows that explode from us Grenade with the combustion, no discussion Ghosts causing concussions They've been raided so they cannot function Leave them discombobulated, I'll be waiting They cannot stop me taking [?] beast How wide can they [?] disappear Let me [?] at the [?] like Britney Spears I spit it [?] I don't need anyone to lift my spirit up I'm already so abyssed Young A [?] And these wack MC's better be nowhere near