The Rhyme

Verse 1

Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function

With scientifical mad man consumptions

With mass productions of mass conjunctions

I display new ways of mc destruction

'cause ain't nothin' better than the *****t i got

Makin' *****s jump off the roof and roof-tops

I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks

When i rock box your block

My hypothesis on this is you *****s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick

Or get dissed

My brain bleeds mental complex feeds

Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need

Twisted metaphors to get your *****t in star wars

Live forever like bob marley just because

The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core

For him and his them and theirs you and yours

Chorus:

And it beez like that sometimes

Cause i can't control the rhyme

I said it beez like that sometimes

Cause i can't control the rhyme

I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy

We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy

Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy

And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy

Verse 2:

The most beautifullest vocabulist

Punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus

My *****ysis is roughly calloused

You better practice if you want to challenge this

I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars

You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are

The funk phat tracks lures you to listen

As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position

Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression

So when i walk down the street there'll be no second guessing

Now you can walk the walk talk the talk

Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray

I'm a scientist in the mix like plyx

Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots

Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil

Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil

Chorus

Verse 3:

I played the many thousand roles of street life

Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight

Me and my crew be tight like lavren and *****rley

Rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies

Emcee's always *****, that makes my style all hard

I role with nobody but god and the squad

Me and my troops we knock the *****t out the sides of dudes

Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks e-d produced

Chorus