[mystikal talking]
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
[mystikal]
The minute I step in dis b**h
I hear Oh sh** Mothaf**a, God Damn!
Watch out for dat n***a
You can't handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
Im top of the line
Prickin your a** like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid a** so bad It ain't no challenge!
This ain't no mothaf**in fluke, This pure deep talent!
Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old n***a
I ain't playin with you b**hes!
Why you n***as be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
Im gonn have ya leave this mothaf**a sayin Whatd that mothaf**a said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
n***as that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
Or either bow down to me
Cut off you dick, jesus
Thats the reason Im f**in wit n***as
Wasup wit dem n***as dats talkin sh**
You better go f** wit anotha n***a
You can't handle this!
[Chorus]
Oh sh**, Motha f**a! God Damn! x8
[mystikal]
Certified rhyme busta
b**h n***a, b**h n***a
Same n***a, If Im not that n***a
But that n***a from punks, still come with the rif raf
Went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
Fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your f**in deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I dont like n***as tryin ta run up on my sh** and set
Im the tarantula on the catipillar, b**h ill k** ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peaco*ks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
Ive got the gift thatll make a b**h get off me
Spent like charles barkley
So b**h Dont start me!
Whos that click?
Use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
Get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall n***as dont want no trouble, Can't stop us
[Chorus x8]
[mystikal]
I know ya'll n***a know better than to f** wit tha man
Dont ya (dont ya)
n***a dont you know what my style can't be poached
And every n***a around, probably got beef wit somebody
But thats the same n***a between the fighters
I ain't got it (i ain't got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
Another n***a couldn't off throw me on skates!
Im the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
Yall n***as can't do what I do!
(man f** that n***a)
Naw Motherf** you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
b**h I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical a** whoopin
Is what im cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
Ain't no canibus, the wrong n***a with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b**h
YOu can't handle this!
[Chorus till fade] (11 times)