[Intro]
Phone ringing....
Monkey, where you at monkey??
[Hook: D-stroy]
And what, rappers wanna bring it to me
Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)
And what, kid we known to blow up the spot
Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot
[Verse 1: Swel Boogie]
Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather
Blow up the spot better, than you ever will in your life
Wanna kill and get trife? Go ahead I'm just gon' chill with your wife
The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex styles
To the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your X-Files
That been, hidden for years, and released when I came
Mics burn when I flame, forever remain with my name
Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bored
Must be pathetic to brawl, with an MC lord, holding a sword
I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord
[Verse 2: Jise]
You's a Fisher Price king only eligible to babble
Saddle [?] shackles
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of a nasty tackle
Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, career's in shambles
Artistic gamble, don't tangle we're hard to handle
Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharaoh
[?] intoxicate split through travels I unravel
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Q-Unique]
Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit
Excels over the blab attics, have 'em like (dag nab it!)
They pissed off, like missing the toilet
Their plans? I foiled it, like I wrapped in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid? I'll take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
Lyrics shot are precise, heads blind like Three Mice
Me sheist', must of had me mistaken for the wrong spic
That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord in track one
I smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up
Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth love, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam like shean shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us
No chance at redemption like broken trust
Who tops the bottle cap and sealed the whole three liter bottle
Rap but let it go flat?
Off duty officers in Brooklyn better go strap
[Verse 4: D-Stroy]
Don't knock me cause you can't rock me
Lyrically I'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as papi
Malarky, of your style, I make a mockery of, cause you choppy
You should specialize in copies like Kinkos
Learn that stink yo, you beat me?
(hahahahaha) I don't think so
Not even multiplied by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your career going down the sink yo
My hits rock you dick snots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat like Hitchcock
Outta space I roll with Spock, lyrically kill herbs
When I spill verbs, direct actors like Spielberg
Run with ill herds ("Son who's Arsonist?") hit me off yo
I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the North Pole
You soft so, really awful, I rock the grand flow
You need Magic like Orlando, or must be Rambo, multiplied by Commando
Tell your whole crew, I told you I wreck flows too, make you [?]
I'm express, you local, call in sick, you saw my clique
Your chances is thinner than swords and sticks
[Hook 2: D-Stroy]
What?
And bring me to it, nicest the MC's who oh
What?
And known blown the weak kids spot the
What?
And, bring me to it, nicest the MC's who oh
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And, known up blown the weak kids spot the
