Cashus Clay - On the Mic (Street) lyrics

[Intro: Poison Pen] What? Haha [Hook (Overlapped with Interlude 1: Poison Pen] Now we came with rhymes and grooves that don't quit When you can't hit, you can't handle it Every word that we spit is type scandalous Stronghold is on the mic now Do it, do it And, shanana And And, shanana [Interlude 1 (Overlapped with Hook): Stelf Index] Do it, do it, do it. Uh. I don't think y'all ready for this. Breez Evahflowin'! [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, yo, they talking jive like the label My unstable elements smack relevance to fables Able-bodied crossbreed of elephant and cable Unforgettable shows. I'm fed up with those Who should've been home instead of reciting them trifling flows The hype and the hoes. I'm wiping your a** with my toes What type of the clothes you got that make you hot? If that's pop, then Breez had better be a ba*tard I master to perfection, spitting acid in your section like Alien Resurrection Reflecting Rhymes Eternal like Kweli or a mirror Battle anytime, anyplace, any era Where a mic is, strike with vocal blows to overload your frontal lobe You front, you fold styles older than English In this, I got more back than dorsal fins I force a win over decision, rock cuts with surgical precision Allergic to the competition So when you come, I come at-you! Bless me, but don't ask me who the best be [Hook (Overlapped with Interlude 2: Poison Pen] Now we came with rhymes and grooves that don't quit When you can't hit, you can't handle it Every word that we spit is type scandalous Stronghold is on the mic now Do it, do it And, shanana And And, shanana [Interlude 2 (Overlapped with Hook): Stelf Index] Uh. Uh. Do it (Come on, come on), do it (Come on). Uh, uh. Yeah. Molotov co*ktail. Poison Pen! [Verse 2: Poison Pen] Cross my meridian, you get burnt down like Branch Davidians Poison's committee is getting claps like chlamydia Stage shows. We amaze bros who always say, "Those Young cats don't do jack," but everybody say, "Ho!" We pray those froze-coke rap flows get hot as Stronghold. What?!? Catching an L?!? We Globetrotters My joints projected. Your chick's claiming, "Baby father" I look like Dada? Nada. Volcanic flow's lava On innocent joggers. co*kblockers, watch as We run this b**h, say she talked it for years. Ain't got dap from their papas One poet like that? Who needs you blacks? Say I'm trash behind my back, then ask Pen to be on your track I'm pro-black. Got no cash—you should know that Oh, yeah. I was talking to The LOX. They said want they flow back Go back, get the Bozack And all us, in cyphers, they record us and applaud us No tour bus. [?] photo February 9, sever out the photo I blow those out of proportion so I can get chicks to twist like contortion "Can I borrow some dough?" is extortion Poison rhyming so often, I feel like Dr. Seuss But with a bubblegoose and a little more juice What? [Hook (Overlapped with Interlude 3: Poison Pen] Now we came with rhymes and grooves that don't quit When you can't hit, you can't handle it Every word that we spit is type scandalous Stronghold is on the mic now Do it, do it And, shanana And And, shanana [Interlude 3 (Overlapped with Hook): Stelf Index] Yeah. Do it, do it, do it, do it. Kap-er [?], Breez Evahflowin', Poison Pen, C-Rayz Walz! [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Because of my freestyles, I have no time to practice I'm hanging emcees upside-down and backwards So the fact is I'm on point like a cactus f** emcees—I eat planets like Galactus I meditate, travel galaxies, revelate Sk**ed technicians are always in demand (Why?) ‘cause things break I'm here to fix hip hop. Peace to [?] Big meat, three bucks. Thanks a lot Yo, peep the broth—it's hot The rhyme session—there's no time for lip perfection Because it might provoke my sword to take your upper section A vast emcee collection, I could pause my lair Ears, tongues, esophagus, strands of hair At the First Supper, I built with all poets there The emcees with flair left the cypher with despair I don't care. Take the village freak to the fair ‘Cause on these wild cards, it's war out here Responsible for every wack emcee that disappear That's my goal. Give me your soul as a penalty For not coming with your lines straight like my a**embly Remember me as a logical, lyrical entity That has mastered the art of energy My visible's chemistry. [?] Hock spit on emcees to show my defiance to wackness Kap-er, C-Rayz Walz, Poison Pen Breez Evahflowin'. Press rewind, hear it again (Hear it again!) Stronghold wile!