Free Style Ghetto

Verse One: Xzibit

(See look look)

I grab the mic and start breakin down ******s

wit out no problem

broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/

kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack

I draw back the cap for the peelin

should of stuck to rock dealin

cuz it's the blood stealin/super vill..

chill..stayin high like the ceilin

see there aint enough room for the both of us

see it's a showdown/throw down

your best style I'll bust

(yo)I write rhymes that make ******s throw they sets up

couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs

In all disrespect

I'll snatch you by your neck

and do a suplex and step

so ****** you can check my credentials

just hard rhymes and instrumentals

Xzhibit smash you wit a dental

and a loaded pistol

no longer lookin in the window

I'll bust a field wit indo

killin quarts of beer

Sadie's outta here...

Verse Two: MC Breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the news

its 94 and Breeze is givin ******s the blues

I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode

make room for the kaboom/cuz I'm about to explode

and drop bombs like a B1/cops I seize none

and ******s step up/I soak emcseason

3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate

no time to hesitate/you ****** featherweight

I aint the type to pic up the mic

and catch the stage fright

I'll pull a gauge if I aint paid right

to the promoters on tour

short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!

I'm psycho pathic like Manson

aint wit the dancin

but still I get more Cheers than Ted Danson

more dough than Marino or roles than Pacino

you beatin me? that's only in your dreams ho

I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable/I'm sayin I'm untouchable

livin comfortable just like a Huxtable

plus I'm rollin wit the cross roads

movin fast foward/while you other suckas

stuck in a pause mode

I goes deep like a great white

but I'm a stay black

no matter how high the pay stacks

or if my rep gets bigger

you might get take this ****** out the ghetto

but not the ghetto out this ******.....

Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash

For the ***** basket*****

microphones gassin grass(hey)

some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass

93 mandingo/94 I'm the pharoah

cuz I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow

I get wild

wit more styles than the martial arts

I need ******

I roll more grass than golf carts

April 92 you no the Ro was a looter

now I'm writin raps on my lab-top computer

J-Ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green

been on the scene/since the age of 13

I learned I had to earn the mic

now's my turn

I got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne...

Wit da ******es tunin me in

like it's the Young and the Restless

next up to bust my *******t

from the L-I-K-S's

yes it's the freshest

wit lyrics rough around the edges

I'll smoke you on the mic

like a pack of Benson Hedges

But..hold up wait

I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate

that'll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht

cuz I be rockin rhymes

since the roof was on fire

so point me to the ****** who's the ****st butterflyer

I'll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya

Broadway is on the tables

while I throw these lyrica atcha

so....slow down before ya ****** wit my sound

you betta do the hokey pokey

and turn ya self around...