[Hook]
They be saying...
Man...emcees be acting all bad
And they never be over there sounding just like my homie Ab
He had the same reaction
Response was stoic
You're sitting there telling him something
Like he don't know it
[Verse 1: Abstract Rude]
I know they holding they breath
They ain't got many notes left
It's there for the taking yo rep
Might be one you gone regret
Yo we ain't fearing they form
They whole spirit gets torn
Crown imperials worn
They ain't prepared for a war
Ay yo I heard that verse
Wasn't hella choppy at first (was you?)
I heard your last outburst
I know me serving you hurts
Opposition stop jawing and lipping
I'm rock to your scissors
And dulling your blade's incision
I'm knowing they got props
At a similar end of the spectrum I know they flow off the top
In a resembling way of the veterans But we're loaded with epinephrine
Adrenaline rush you give me the go
Pretend to be us how insidious and unoriginal
[Hook 2]
Man...emcees be biting they fake
And they be over there
Sounding just like my homies Ace
He had the same reaction
Response was stoic
You're sitting there telling him something
Like he don't know it
[Verse 2: Aceyalone]
Man you don't think I know my flows
Are good for the biting
While I'm writing reciting
Trying to give the whole world everything I got
They got they one sided karate
Me I flow jeet kun do you think you know?
To harness the energy within the person who's the weapon
While searching for shoes to step in
You wound up with a mirror image of me
Some call 'em Aceyalone clones I call 'em students
Sir Isaac Newton laws of movement creates the mutant
Mutation & adaptation go hand in hand the strong survive
They'll eat me alive if I don't find a new ocean to dive
A newer sky to dive
Do or die eyes still on the prize
And from what they comprised
Further more lets me know I've arrived
Our contribution & influence won't be taken lightly
Freestyle foundation generation might be slightly
Off to the left I mean
Fight to the d**h extreme
Look at me I'm a microphone fiend
Take 'em to a place no other MC seen
[Hook 3]
Man...emcees be stylin' their rhymes
And their cadences
Be sounding just like Myka 9's
He had the same reaction
Response was stoic
You're sitting there telling him something
Like he don't know it
[Verse 3: Myka 9]
Heroic in proportion the amount of respect
That's been shown to an orphan with a warped intellect
I take no credit for my success neurosis
From where the hopeless seek a cure in proper dosage
Check a positive prognosis
To endure d**h threats for wasted talents
Or so it may upset the chemically imbalanced
Boldly approach next challenge
With an Alien wrench in a clenched fist
To produce an alley stench and inch by inch
These historic pros off the dome or written flows
Gets harder to quote which raps I wrote
Pinch Mike since I'd never admit it
I'd spit one style and someone else's whole career created?
Just one bright moment serving an opponent
In any format befitting
They can put their child through college
Only if they bit it and ran with it
I polished off these phonies with follies
I concocted underworld
And mainstream flowwers are my s**matozoas
I got great-great grandchildren in rhyme building
Some make millions and some get not deal no salary
When imitation is the highest form of flattery
[Hook 4]
Man...emcees got helluva rhymes
And they be over there
Sounding like they got y'all timing
We had the same reaction
Response was stoic
You're sitting there telling us something
Like we don't know it