The Buddy Rich Big Band - Channel One Suite lyrics

You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck Then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em f*ggot flambe Your nine spray my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang I'm a true master you can check my credentials Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive Origin is unknown like the Jubas I've accumulated honies all across the map Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state Stagnate nonsense but if you persist You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this I flip hoes dip none of the real n***as slip You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit Verse Two: Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble Leave your nines at home and bring your sk**s to the battle You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten Have you forgotten, i'll tap you (jaw) I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw Made frauds bleed every time I g'd Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed Pseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson when i'm bustin a** and breakin backs Inhale the putrified aroma Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma- Tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks When the East is in the house you should come equipped