Capital Tax - Styles I Manifest lyrics

[TMD] I bust the devestatin rhymes like a sumo flex To put the crook in your neck, so be glad you met, the vet Who's set, to explode into the next mode No time to be scared, just time to get prepared For the fly verses I be kickin chattin through the speaker And keepin my grip, like sneakers for the weaker As I be gettin vicious and malicious for the s**ers Cause they be like scrumptious... MMMMM... Like snacks, for the cats that be starvin And I'll be gettin it on like Marvin, so I beg your pardon For the moment, as I be gettin suave like shavin cream Then scream, but keep my balance standin on the beam As if a gymnast, I'm in this Flippin the tracks, for the wack, who need a smack, and all that Stuff cause I'm out to kick the rough Porcupine-backed raps, that have ya hot like the claps But there's no cure, see I'm the conniseur I'm pure like the coke like they snortin And indeed this is important for the restless No more I can like stress Get a load of this.. yo.. the styles I manifest Styles I manifest Now it's my turn, so listen and learn as I proceed The microphone is mine so it's time to make it bleed Feed me bread and wanted to watch me grow like a seed But if you pull a gun then I would flee (see-ya) But until then, I'll break wind, excuse me Fan it with my hand so I can execute the plan Number two on the roster, deadly like the third rail And rhymes that I say now make my old ones like sound stale Oh well I can tell, it's swell Flowin like melted snow runnin down the hill Headed for the gutter but I'm slick like bu*ter And mom's is my girlfriend, and no I didn't stutter (so whattup?) So whattup with the styles I manifest I switch em up like needle trains Stay on top of things and come sharp like razor blades And never come the same as the last one And you can ask em (why?) cause I'ma surpa** em With the styles I manifest Styles I manifest Yeah, the styles I manifest, uhh Yeah, ya don't stop.. Yeah, uhh C'mon.. c'mon.. and ya don't stop.. Check.. And ya don't quit.. hey.. C'mon.. hey.. hey.. Check it out The styles I manifest (yo the styles you manifest) Comin crazy fat like the breasts upon your chest To girls I be referrin, cause ducks get the cumsack Ridin upon my jock as if I was on a horseback Ride up the trail, gettin tipsy off the ale I feel kinda swale so it's time to tip the scale So I shall uplift this, cause rhymin is terrific And if I get specific, my talent is like - gifted As if the late Miles Davis or the great Sammy Cause I be droppin that dope hip-hop, yo understand me Once knew a skeezer by the name her name was Tammy But didn't chill too long cause this hoe she wanted dough So off I went, cause no money's gettin spent Or lint like loansharks be doin, cause I was out pursuin Rap stardom with the styles I manifestin I keep ya steadily guessin, cause yo nevertheless when I speak upon the metal piece, I gets my props Feds are the cops so I bounce like shots The ba** drum be givin it juice like a tomato Cause "Nothin Compares 2 U" which is me, ask Sinead O', Connor Cause I'ma, much more different person here to stress (wha**up) the styles I manifest Yeah, the styles I manifest The styles I manifest The styles I manifest Check it out, the styles I manifest {*ad libs*}