<mystikal talking>
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
<mystikal>
The minute I step in dis b****
I hear Oh s*** m********* God d***!
Watch out for dat n****
You can't handle em
For a period of time
no one can match those rhymes to mine
I'm top of the line
p****in your a** like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid a** so bad It ain't no challenge!
This ain't no m********** fluke, This pure deep talent!
I'm Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old n****
I ain't playin with you b******!
Why you n***** be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
I'm gonn have ya leave this m********* sayin Whatd that m********* said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
n***** that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you d***, jesus
that's the reason I'm f***** wit n*****
Wasup wit dem n***** dats talkin s***
You better go f*** wit anotha n****
You can't handle this!
<chorus>
Oh s***, Motha f****! God d***! x8
<mystikal>
Certified rhyme busta
b**** n****, b**** n****
Same n****, If I'm not that n****
but that n**** from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your f***** deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I don't like n***** tryin ta run up on my s*** and set
I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, b**** ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
I've got the gift that'll make a b**** get off me
spent like charles barkley
So b**** don't start me!
who's that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all n***** don't want no trouble, can't stop us
<chorus x8>
<mystikal>
I know ya'll n**** know better than to f*** wit tha man
don't ya (dont ya)
n**** don't you know what my style can't be poached
and every n**** around, probably got beef wit somebody
But that's the same n**** between the fighters
I ain't got it (i ain't got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another n**** couldnt off throw me on skates!
I'm the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
y'all n***** can't do what I do!
(man f*** that n****)
Naw m********* you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
b**** I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical a** whoopin
Is what I'm cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
ain't no canibus, the wrong n**** with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b****
YOu can't handle this!
<chorus till fade> (11 times)
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
<mystikal>
The minute I step in dis b****
I hear Oh s*** m********* God d***!
Watch out for dat n****
You can't handle em
For a period of time
no one can match those rhymes to mine
I'm top of the line
p****in your a** like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid a** so bad It ain't no challenge!
This ain't no m********** fluke, This pure deep talent!
I'm Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old n****
I ain't playin with you b******!
Why you n***** be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
I'm gonn have ya leave this m********* sayin Whatd that m********* said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
n***** that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you d***, jesus
that's the reason I'm f***** wit n*****
Wasup wit dem n***** dats talkin s***
You better go f*** wit anotha n****
You can't handle this!
<chorus>
Oh s***, Motha f****! God d***! x8
<mystikal>
Certified rhyme busta
b**** n****, b**** n****
Same n****, If I'm not that n****
but that n**** from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your f***** deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I don't like n***** tryin ta run up on my s*** and set
I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, b**** ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
I've got the gift that'll make a b**** get off me
spent like charles barkley
So b**** don't start me!
who's that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all n***** don't want no trouble, can't stop us
<chorus x8>
<mystikal>
I know ya'll n**** know better than to f*** wit tha man
don't ya (dont ya)
n**** don't you know what my style can't be poached
and every n**** around, probably got beef wit somebody
But that's the same n**** between the fighters
I ain't got it (i ain't got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another n**** couldnt off throw me on skates!
I'm the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
y'all n***** can't do what I do!
(man f*** that n****)
Naw m********* you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
b**** I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical a** whoopin
Is what I'm cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
ain't no canibus, the wrong n**** with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b****
YOu can't handle this!
<chorus till fade> (11 times)