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 fagot flambes 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 Judas 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 sacroiliac 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 snot box bust you press up on this I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit 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 skills 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' ass and breakin' backs Inhale the petrified aroma Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma Toes the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka And bring your clique 'cuz I'm a hard rock knock a 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 Fly like a jet sting like a hornet Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin' fools no joke With styles more fatal than second hand smoke Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor 'Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center Come with the super trooper on his assault mission The tench's technique 'cuz he's a technician Wishin' he'll go away won't help the weapons stop The skills are shot 'cuz any idiot can let off a glock Hard rock smellin' the clutch of this untouchable You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you And you don't got your crew Pull your glock but you don't got the heart You was webbed straight from the start Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it Just for frontin' you got that ass waxed © PERVERTED ALCHEMIST MUSIC INC; IRVING MUSIC INC; ZOMBA SONGS INC; GIFTED PEARL MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com