Straight From Queens

Unclerippin the microphoneand blowin the stage apart.

These MC's ain't got no heartthey need to quit before they start.

Shakin and breakin 'em downbest at leastf***in 'em up up at leastsmackin 'em in a pileknow have a stomp and a smile

G.Raisinreplacinlike

Jasonwhen

I be chasinthese rappersmachetti stylechoppin downtheir petty style's bassin

All in my faceyou got the micbut

I gotta getcha off ityou got my rhymenow cough itbrother sweat the tip and forfeit.

You're nadaknow nota

I'm hotter

You're a slow trotter.

Karateswitch the e into an aand it's karata.

When I come on

I'm rippin it upjust like a madman.

I fly your headchop off your legsand make your head stand.

Tax and wreckin these chumpsall of them

I rub out.

You know the timewhat's on your mindyou know

I never go out.

I be breakin boutsya boysyour block is full of bums see.

You never was too cleverstick the fork in youyou're done

G.The instrument'll ripwith the ultimateof all the rappers.

Toe to toewhenever

I goI guaranteethe flow will smack ya.

Pumpin ya full a leadjust like a 9kickin it off in half the timetakin a breakand makin mineyou're way behind.

Ya needed a titleand all the unclemade your title for yahopinand prayinand wishinthat

I can't rapbut

I rip all a yallin halflook at me laugh

Ya hee-haw styleya kick it

Mmmmm I see goodiesgimme the mic and hoodienow

I'll dick it.

Anythe everythe histhe hersof thoseof theirsof them.

I see your titlearound your neckjust swingin loose

I take your gem.

I'm takin it off you neckwith every line that

I selectand rappin it up and cuttinwhile

I'm starinwith disrespect.

Bustin offyeahsqueezin like a vice gripblowin ya off the stageinto the crowdso have a nice trip.

I'm takin control

I holdthe microphone is good as goldfly so many heads

I built my twenty-fifthtotem pole.

Turnin it outand gettin wreckedis just a understatement.

How special to rap a flatputtin his headinside the pavement.

Burnin 'em upjust like a flame throwerrippin 'emwith the cool flower.

Takin 'em out in pairslike the man,

NoahHoldin 'em upjust like a trophyfor the world to see.

You really ain't superbyou seeyou're goin outlike a girl to me.

Takin your littleboo-hoo babytear dropcryin stylebreakin it downuntil there's dustand

I'ma vacuum up the pile.

Showinand provinand groovinand makin a movieon the mic.slappin a

Marlboroin his mouthjust likea dirty little tyke.

Master of the murderousmaniacmad styleamazin manmackin the micsince

I was justa mere child.

Props and propsmore props than

Terminator 2with pen and pad

I play to youand on the cross-fader too.

Endlessly with energyundefeatable lyricallyexpandin my empireyou don't wanna test me.

Wizard of funkadelicevery album's like a relicbite the linechewin on minebut ya never live to tell it.

Bustin it off quickflippin the scriptthat's in the bushesthen walkin around the jam

I'm handin out poundsand mushes.

You're makin a faceyou wanna test my slick manuever?

Your best to rock a break beator somethin you can groove to.

Even if every rapperin the world was makin jamsas soon as

I set this offtheir mic's are slidinout their hands.rockin the junky's worldwith the releaseof every singleback in the days

I told yaI need a beatto make ya jingle.

Overlorddroppin the swordand choppin off the mic cord.rappers are deadall over the streetin every state

I toured.I'm dealin the truthwith living godthat's right before ya eyes.

And I'll be rollinin hoods and sneakersyou can keep the suit and ties.

No sell outbet ya uncle never dies.

Gimme that microphone

I'll rip it upuntil sunrise