[Hook] {x2}
I said MC's don't like our style cause they can't do no better
So when we come through, MC's get waxed
Yeah, MC's get (WAX!)
[Verse One: Lee Majors]
Well it's the M. and J.O.R. to the S
Take 'em back to '86 if you wanna get fresh
Mentally
I make your whole gang disappear
And verbally, make it hard to come out this year
With that same rhyme, same blunt
Same fancy suit with that same beat
Sing the same story how you shoot duke
What chu gon' do when I come to your home
And unpack my turntables and that microphone?
I'm ambidextrous with this
Style off the brain
When it comes to rhymes I'm as Worthy as James
You can't counteract fatal blows like these
All due to the fact that I wax MC's
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[Verse Two: Mr. Man]
Yo it's the M.R.M.A
To the N., when I send
This
Every lyricist shall know
Who has the crispiest flow
I see through plastic
So prepare to get melted
I spoke once and the whole world felt it
I come thorough
The non ether vibration
I offset, the whole world's calibration
Most be faking moves
And acting fictionary
I make 'em eat they words and sh** the whole dictionary
See I gets busy when I talk my sh**
Mr. Man the act lyrically the ultimate
Now if you see it...
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Y-Tee]
Now I don't care what them do or say
Cause every every MC of them day
And all them front and a pose a gwon and they fade away
[Hook]