D-Loc - 5MC's lyrics

(Yo, what's up, Rich, man? The word on the street is that 5 MCs wanna get wit' you on the showdown tip.) (Man, is they gettin' like that out there?) RR: Man, if it ain't one thang, it's another. I'm just gonna kick it to ‘em with this element of surprise, you know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 1: Richie Rich] Instrumental flow, lyrical write-off Brothas wanna peek the styles and try to bite off The way that I rhyme, when I flow, I'm flowin' slowly But see the punks, they don't know me So they run up, most of ‘em strapped, I ain't trippin' I'm relaxed, I'm ‘bout to bust a cap Baseball hat holdin' sweat on my brow I'm kinda nervous now ‘cause I don't know how Should I flow slow, fast, or maybe off-beat On the knowledge tip, or should I kick it to the street? Save it, I've got another suggestion A freestyle from the mind's collection MC Number 1, he stepped up I pressed up, so his rhyme was messed up Spit a little rhyme about the way that I served it Man, and the s**a deserved it I wasn't deep, solo, no crew Then steps up, MC Number 2 He's talkin' about havin' money for real So I steal, and dished the man a raw deal He couldn't stomach it, he started coughin' up blood Two MCs to the mud I try to tell these fools that Richie Rich ain't playin' While the music's playin', the tongue be slayin' They didn't hear me though, they kept slippin' And MC Number 3, he better come in rippin' I peeked his hoe card, he's look like a biter I ain't sweatin' that, ‘cause I'm a writer And a freestyler, and man, I get wild On a trick MC who wants to bite my style See, there's only one Richie Rich in the industry And s**az will soon learn to quit offendin' me Man, I ain't takin' it, I'm headed for one place To get my money on in the cool rap race See, Dubble-R, to me, he's just a shadow The one who appears when it's time to battle But Richie Rich, he's bound to grow fa sho So step on up, he's MC Number 4 When the man approached, he struck for the neck But the rhyme was weak, so the boy was checked Like a lawn mower with a high-speed blade I got wit' him, first with a high-top fade And then the chest section, ‘cause he was lackin' a vest He fell to the floor, that's when he confessed That's four MCs, man, I'm no joke I surprised Number 5 with a dose of the Loc [Verse 2: D-Loc] Wait, hold it, buddy, it ain't over wit' yet Number 5, step up, the last contestant You can't get away with dissin' my man, Rich You know why? ‘Cause D-Loc is on top of it Now I'mma flow like wind when it blows And it ya like a hurricane, swing ya like a tornado When the whirpool ends, once again, Richie Rich holds the title, rated champion The mistake you made was to play the game played by big macks Rulers of the 24-tracks I got news, silly: you better get wise, ‘cause you're dealin' with the element of surprise