Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Yo some people say Im whack, now if thats right
Im the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy Im the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold diggers succubus, my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic Im like a dyke, cant no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummond
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it
Now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MCs and I ate it
So I take it thats the reason Im hated
To represent my temperament
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MCs would not be impotent
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LLs Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we wont have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well Ima stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you aint singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldnt hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You dont know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, youll never beat the MC
Ill stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
Im sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
Ill make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you dont remember me
Ill run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
Its either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
Ill send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If hes acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner than Jeru jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldnt go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A, B, Cs
Skip over the Ds and rock the microphone with Es
Dethrone MCs and Ima max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks
Im greeted with flocks of fellow followers singers
You couldnt make the fans throw up their hands
If they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours lets see what you got
But dont front and never try to be what youre not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still aint Jack
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, youll never become