Hello hiphop …
Mc Rage …. Here
Break yo' bar down
You be like westcoast, the way you get left with a crooked eye after I take the pock out
Pray to god clowns
I spin-each'ya muzzle'em like I was playin popeye
I'm on some real ill sh**
Hate all you money chasers, I'm on some k** bill sh**
Still deal hits, with this guilt filled tip
School you f*ggots, this tracks on some field trip sh**
My knowledge on fire see
Your artist dislike me, I'd bomb'em politely
Want this, precisely
A tick on everything on my wishlist, like it was sponsored by nike (whoo)
What's up with'chu, you s** you knew
You constipated, so I cut'chu loose
Ace this sh**
If you bust-a-rhyme, I'll ask you to look at me now, then break'ya neck
Place yo' bet, I raise the stakes
I'm comin fo' the fakers' head, like facial clips
I raise the bars a notch
Every sh** I write's influential, I'd even make your girls hip-hop
Every verse be hot
I'd prolly father the queen's rider, like Freddy Mercury's pops
Man, I'll stomp at'cho light quotes
No and-or-he'll-linger, but when I'm on the booth, mics blown
Tight flow, damage'yo stock
They be thinkin' I hate Manchester, the way I'm always screamin' man you just s**
Make the planet erupt
When I take nine out, and go lethal with mac from Kansas and I'
Protect flares, of dopeness here
Lit'a rage I' turn to tarzan when I go shake-spears
When, I go shake-spears
That's whatsup homie, I'm tryn'a raise the bar…
Spicen some sh** up …
MC Rage, spittin all day
Do me a favor and tell your pops son that rage is the king of wordplays …