Stress - The Sharpest Blade lyrics

[Verse 1: Viro The Virus] *Yeah* Make some noise for your boy When I see the crowd bounce like the [?] (Oh!) I'm out my skull boy Blown off the dro with a heineken tall boy (Yo!) A lean mean rhyming machine Shine like afro sheen when I'm live on the scene (Ah!) Strike it like a lightning beam The type to even need a team of MC's like rice and beans (Nah mean?) You should know what it is No flow that you know can go toe-to-toe with the kid (Ya dig?) See the swagger is authentic Get the game on the line and the rapper gonna win it (Let's get it!) I'll make you wa*ksters learn When the V is in the house close your mouth and wait your turn (Yo!) Get your finger out your nose, pay attention to the flow Cause when I spit it's greatness confirmed (Oh!) [Hook: Viro The Virus] There's a new sheriff in town (You know the name) You should really know by now (It's not a game) I ain't fooling around, such a beautiful sound whenever I put it down (Oh!) There's a new sheriff in town (You know the name) You should really know by now (The Sharpest Blade) I ain't fooling around, such a beautiful sound whenever I put it down (Oh!) [Verse 2: Viro The Virus] Yo these n***as don't excite me All they do is hate on the flow, even though all of their ho's like me I tell 'em "nah babe, can't be my wifey" But play your cards right I'll make sure you're laid nightly I ain't playin to win I say every day a ladyfriend drains me like some Transylvanian Rub my coat sonny It's money over playboy bunnies and weed over all that's not money Literary genius, f** the dummies Got a bunch of honeys bugging me to touch my chubby It's nothing, I'm so dope I'm disgusting Most potent poet to put his quotes to percussion When I do, it's over no discussion Expose the dom turkey, tell 'em hold the stuffing Leave him as dead meat, resting in peace with no stress Unless it's Jeff on the beat (Oh!) [Hook] [Verse 3: Viro The Virus] Otherworldly but from Jersey Serving something worthy to bump in your truck riding dirty swerving Front like I ain't putting work in Get dealt with heat and helping of hurtin' Earn my crown, giving no favors It's a no-brainer that there ain't a flow greater, yeah I make it raw like no chaser Most fake the funk or they the fraud with no paper Stay fresh as Jersey tomatoes The best that ever have his words burn from CD players (Yeah!) I'm like Jesus with the gospel Scared of the [?] beside the imposter apostles They can't rock it like I do It's a landslide, couldn't lose if I tried to I spit the best when I speak and got no stress Unless it's Jeff on the beat (Oh!) [Hook] [Outro: Scratching and samples overlap] Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Kickin' wicked rhymes, kickin' wicked rhymes Catch the blast of a hype verse The format is real sickening Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Kickin' wicked rhymes, kickin' wicked rhymes Catch the blast of a hype verse Can't touch the flow