King Tech - Juice Part 1 lyrics

[Juice] Yo, yo let's do it like this...yo yo To any n***a I'm the one on the poster holdin' Janet I might just be the dopest freestyle n***a on the planet When I rock the mic I bust it off like a gauge I let this n***as know freestyles ain't from a page They younger than models that be workin' for Calvin Ask em' to freestyle it's the stuff that's on they album Well I'mma tell em' somethin' it's time for gettin' noble-in When I rock mics my stuff is never written I wish a n***a would, try to come and test What I got, I put this microphone straight through his chest I don't care where he from, from here to Connecticut He get shredded with etiquette, subject and a predicate Never let it get, outta pocket when I rock it MC Juice plugged in like, a mother-F'in socket I don't even gotta cuss when I bust Turn authors to ashes and mc's to dust Who really think they want to get meticulous and kick this rediculous Rip microphone you can't freestyle and it's conspicuous When I freestyle I tell mc's they can't rock me MC Juice is dope I bash his skull like I was Rocky Somebody told me ever since my birth I was the dopest n***a off of the top on planet earth So if any brother wanna bring it to the Wake Up Bring yo' dice, bring Cognac so we can shake up And have a good time like J.J. Evan n***as are gay as Tevin, I take em' out right at eleven o'clock Battles n***as don't rock right I get dirtier than pit bulls inside a co*k fight n***as think they dope I cook they styles slow and steady like a Croc pot They gettin' on my nerves like stupid n***as trying to co*k block And don't try to diss me, ya' whole style whiskey I have a n***a tipsy like he just hung with Dizzie Gillespie, Crunch em' like Nestle, Elvis Prestley Shook his hips but couldn't get around you don't impress me So who's the next mc to try to flex I'll rock microphones and always be having s** And next time you wanna battle we can do the constitution And call my DJ for an F'in Revolution