It go like, I hold mics like the Statue of Liberty
Holds the torch viewed throughout the New York vicinity
Is you kiddin' me? I half ‘em like fractions
To be specific, smash a rapper back into atoms
When you broke out
I thought “Good riddance, don't come back, son”
Pardon me, God Allah Born Equality
Call me G, R.I.P. like a creepy headstone
They never get the message like he in a 3G dead zone
Phone a plumber, ‘cuz we always got the pipes out
It's like “He's a super…” I'll turn your lights out
I had this dream ever since I was a teen
To eat the competition on some Idi Amin
It goes, highly intelligent battle slang
Still hopin' this rappin' thang
Will come back around like a Batarang
I seen you in the stands at the game
But I already had the ball
Grip came through raw like Big Daddy Kane
In '88 plus 22, now I got a flow to pull the mic like a rug right out from under you
A Rec show is so super-fun
You know the crew and them
Rhymers who make you wanna go stupid dumb
Offend rappers like “f** you”
Your verse is a no-show, or so-so, we will overdub you
And don't feel the least regret
Except for once, when one of my punchlines
Beat MCs to d**h
Scientific like Reed Richards or Hank Pym
He spent all of his time behind bars like the state pen
Too many wrong moves and you gon' lose
Amateurs with Pro-Tools
We go off like a blown fuse
The whole crew burn you like “Zing!" In your face, yo
Grip is livin' larger than a social worker caseload
Fresh...
If you say so, we just don't buy it
The rec is unbeatable. P.S.—Don't try it
What's the secret?
If I told you, I'd have to k** you, it's cla**ified
It wouldn't be the first time that a rapper died
The Rec team destroy emcees who thought they was major league
Stomp ‘em out like Gore-Tex ACG's
And at the end of that, I go back in time
And write some more mind-bending rap
I told ‘em don't front, it's the truth
Don't shoot the messenger
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