Here I go again
Another s**er need to get faded
Saying that you can go against the flow against the Low
Let's take it to the limit
Because when I get up in it, you want a minute to win it
Because I'm like a ruler but a new school of them
Much cooler than the average MC, and you want to battle me?
What's the meaning of that nonsense?
How many rhymes are in your table of contents?
You can't beat me!
Don't try and seat me!
I'm on gang grounds, weekly
Telling you the facts
You put up some money, Mel-Low will attack
While I'm accepting your money, I be doing it for the benefit
I'm in the mood to start a racket, but those who can't hack it, you play me close, you don't know what's in my jacket
And if a s**er tries to whack it
Then bust a rhyme and I'll attack it
Cause Mel-Low servin' em
(Servin' em up)
Because of my vocals!
(Servin' em up)
Because of my vocals!
Now pay attention to what is being said
Now you're flippin', but no need for trippin'
Just let the beat skip and I'll come in to wax
Make the tax and tell the fax about the mack that is what's inside of me
The b**hes, they all must mistake me for a horse because it seems like they all want to ride on me