Eddie Weathers - The Way of Rhyme lyrics

I'm the quicker quicker ripper On a track like this The miggity-mac never slacks And I'm packing the gift I got my flavor of lifesavers Every day I create Some of the wiggity-slyest rhymes That you ever heard from one I ain't the type to be slept on The type to be crept on And don't you think I am to step on For every move you make I got a trick And my tracks got more kicks Than a BRUCE LEE flick I like my pants to sag Make you say "Dag, uh! That little n***a is so bad." The capital capital K's don't play We amaze And make you move & groove In so many different ways Jump! Jump! Was the first episode To put you in the mode And let you know I flow like That y'all, that y'all That y'all, that y'all Like that, tha, tha, that Like that y'all, that y'all Like that y'all, that y'all Like that, tha, tha, that Like that y'all, that y'all Like that y'all, that y'all Like that, tha, tha, that Like that y'all, that y'all Like that y'all, that y'all Every everybody wants to know Where I get my get my funky funky flow Straight from the ghetto And I'm fierce like a dragon Hat to the back And my pants keep saggin' Here I go again Movin' your adrenaline Totally totally totally krossed out Can you comprehend? Wait a minute drop the old school beat Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Tupa-tupa girl scooper That's what I be Girls stoppin' Ghetto talkin' It's the mac daddy I got a flow You got a what? I got a flow I got a flow You got a what? I got a flow On the playground I say now You won't see me swinging Skin tight clothes And you don't be singing "Daddy don't do dat. Dad do rap." So please don't get pa**ed to the whack I got a flow You got a what? I got a flow I got a flow You got a what? I got a flow I got a flow You got a what? I got a flow I got a flow You got a flow? So let it go Yeah Meet me I'm the mac means I'm all that I could do this and that And none of it ever comes out whack And never have you ever seen A MC this size this tough You might have seen some kids But they wasn't this rough I'm the type you don't want to touch Tangle or tamper with You rhyme to doodle Like a two-day-old pamper kid So spark off and tie Catch if I hit the dough And take your wiggity-whack Style to the sto'