Take 87 and A Half

(Intro)

Mc Double M and DJ Buttafingaz, take 87 and a half

(Ready?)

(Verse 1)

Man where's my papers?

New Jacks, meaning new don't mean jack

Not concerned about a sucka, and senseless crap

No time to waste time, in this profession

Too busy advancing, moving forward, progressin'

Agility, ability, got to stay nimble

My rhymes are not basic, as basic's too simple

Breaking rhymes and lines into different sections

New style intact, in fact rhymes are jam packed

Back to back, lines are being stacked

Every soul that I go, suckas look at me mean

I'm kicking ass faster a split in the scene

Provin' I'm not joking, fingers keep smokin'

Talk **** to me and your jaw gets broken

Step away from me man, don't try to play the role

Of a hero, cause that ****'s gettin' old

Wanna battle me, that'll be an ignorant choice

Cause I'll pick up the mic, and take you out with my voice

If you act like a punk, then you're bound to get hurt

Cause I'mma grab you by your shirt and knock your **** in the dirt

(Verse 2)

Jumpin' on the bandwagon, you missed your ride

But don't you know you just committed suicide?

I'll mess you up like a champ, but we not in the ring

We on the stage so it's a whole different thing

If you're bigger than me and you're twice my size

Then it's time for my nine to be recognized

Consider yourself dead if my face turns red

Cause I'mma fill your ass with twenty pounds of lead

I'm not lookin' for trouble but if it comes my way

That'll be the funnest part of my day

You ain't never gonna make it cause you're just too sore

You're fadin' like jeans after every wash

You're seekin' a beef that could move your feet

And at the same time rhymes of the street

Well ****, this is it, though it may be slow

Know it's got a lotta crack, it's a sellout show

Standing room only, no place to sit

But you won't want to once the punchlines kick

They call me a klepto cause I sold the show

You said I'm up to no good, but you're in the front row

Difference between us is I'm first and you're last

So take your wack rhymes and stick 'em up your ass

Y'all wanna bite, I'll give you something to chew

Stick my **** down your throat, and I'mma say "**** you!"

You wanna battle me? Man, you best forget it

Keep running your mouth, I'mma put my fist in it

I'll make you eat those words you just spoke

Shove 'em down your throat 'till you ****in' choke

And when you're gagging, and gasping for breath

I'mma hit you with a right and follow up with a left

Here's another example, I'll let you have a sample

Of the way I fight, my style's ample

Riding down the block on my way to school

Saw a sucker ************ thinking he was cool

Sucker flipped me off, I said "Stop the car!"

Max said "Show 'em how bad you are"

Jumped outta the ride, like a bat outta hell

The boy was terrified, I could just tell

He kinda figured that death was near

So he started swinging out of fear

Sucka kept swinging while I just ducked

Came up with a right and the boy was ****ed

He fell straight to the ground, he was probably dead

But I ain't stick around to see how bad the boy bled