Half a Dozen MC's

Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow

I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto

King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh

you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello

got a slick style that the people call mellow

I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello

who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O.

now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo”

there's something so cute about a women in yellow

call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello

Italian charm you can call me Angelo

to die like Othello

Question Mark, N. O

a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego

trying to take this rap **** to another level

how many MC's?

I don't know, several

top champions so we bus' a gold medal

Messiahbolical

Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know

a big deal, syllable centrefold

with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul

pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes

while you silicones sell a soul

bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes

vocal chord cannibal calibre

hop aboard Hannibal's acting up

yeah, and the flows so breezy

face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy

and I'm running a mock all over the beat

nobody wanna compete

nobody ******* with we

I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year

you're falling off of the edge,

you might as well disappear

and me and DL, CL Smooth

so when he helps me out, we help you

Pyrelli

They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat

I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat

damaging any MC in every area each

blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole,

I bury your dreams

while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene

leave stains on your screen,

I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope

huh', rolling up my sleeves,

flick the collar on my coat

coming live from the streets,

I holler the dollar quotes

talking bout life and trying to cope

feeling like a successful bloke

keeping the flow so ever so **** is how I turn fans to fiends

with G' code of conduct lyrically,

scriptures written calligraphy

I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility

hanging haters for mimickery,

drown em' in my celebrity

I tap dance on your facade,

gangster choreography

consider this my policy,

follow me as I topple trees

chillin' in the comfort zone,

the place you got to be

Dukus Alemay

You should stay put if you're gonna fight me

just like Facebook, you can only like me

so you go back on your own word

looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me

way too many who hate

too many fakes need to see the dentist,

they toothache

say they move weight when they knew

they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great

true say they're confused with delusion

at the red light not moving, snoozing

they think it's magic, I know it's illusion

cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing

I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow

so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow

cos the path is treacherous

and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest

so you should never test me

Sus

I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould

big **** swinging in a room, Trojan flow

so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow

I'mma homophobe in a room of assholes

so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose

face, riddled them with lumps

don't call the Po-Po

I act like grown folk

beat you with a belt I sent you out for

oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors,

stay in your house more

cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap,

simple home run face kissing on a her back

“BLAOW!!, best you behave

see me in a rave, don't say my name

you've got no heat, ****!

you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade

Ricko Capito

Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat

bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty

latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P.

in the corner just get comfy

get to know me, I'm a nice brother

just like a hot knife and the beats like butter

I move to every beat like “shut up!”

you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups

PRS will have my bank account buffed up

the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up

yeah, I just thought that I'd share that

I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback

wait, my lowest level is a million

and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that

R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O.