(NFA) No Frontin' Allowed

Mad madness trashy brother from way back

We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track

Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon

Rusted your ho's gets busted

Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools

Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools

Went away came back your still wack

Now your slobbin'

Marly's mob for a dope track

Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness

No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business

Don't care about no money got props in it

Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet

Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump

Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks

Full-grown

I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid

Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live

I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle

And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital

Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness"

Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less

Soul survivor of a thousand beats

Sendin' funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs

Is a raw to a bearlin' in the woods [Incomprehensible]

Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack

I heard you think you got a chance to win

But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten

Rough and rugged and raw

I'm like a callous

The underground can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace"[Incomprehensible]

Well can I be the flavor of the month?

WhyI got the flavor plus

I can bump a chump

I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out

I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out

Bust on the scene to let ya know

I wasn't frontin'

Got ya screamin' for my album so

I had to do somethin'

Write tonight to take a bit not a bite

And watch the [Incomprehensible] freak you with all my

Like here

I am to save the day

I stop the tracks with the mic so

I say to chay

And on guard when

I'm swingin' for your brow'

Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin' allowed[Incomprehensible]

Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me

Run for ya life now here some

Mr. Funky and

I'm pissed

So watch how many heads

I'll be the takeout

Boy ya better look out

I work ya like a cook-out

So get the flavor the original

Mr. funky [Incomprehensible]

And you watch me do my thing

Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker

And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like

Luke Sky Walker

I can't front,

I love rappin' with a passion

Crash your head front into the funk you think

I'm slam dancin'

See when you front you make mad

The alter weight [Incomprehensible]

Freak this, funky twin powers activate

Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles

Crushin' M

C's while their girls do the hustle

See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong

Damn it, can't we all just get along?

We'll see there simply ain't no frontin' allowed

Yo, I'm out like the

Cosby Show

Peace to the funky child[Incomprehensible]

Punchin' your goddamn eyebrows off

Roughin' it up north lookin' like your laugh off [Incomprehensible]

It's a blash smash and crash from my stash

Be watchin' your back kid your girl and the phat path

Talkin' 'bout your macks and tax

What's with that?

Your gettin' wet like slow sex

Rippin' on that old school kid

Leavin' sliced as a slit says

I wet your crib

No question testin' the west and the east and

Once the ammo was released and

I'll make your girl come and getcha

Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya

What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype

I'm givin' crowds more nose jobs than

MikeFight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype

Trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right

And ya know it's comin' off so don't ask it

Snatchin' the vocal and hotties on the rap tip

Mackin' ya boys up bringin' the noise up

And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts

Chainsaw gain more and reign raw

And never let a brother play it is my main law[Incomprehensible]