LATE - Who's rhyming lyrics

Intro Uh come on yea C-raw uh LATE G-city to wolves town yea C.I.N yo Verse 1 C-RAW Your rocking with a lover of this art/ put your ears to the speaker descover that am smart/A brother who play his part well/ Chicks love me like am kartel/ voice distinguished like a bad smell/tryna clock doh like a car sell/ mind set like I can't fail/ If you dont get me on the phone hit me on the hotmail/my schedules known I pedal ya dome/ya all in a zone/ each medal I own I really earned it/the mic's on fire I really burn't it/each rhyme in my books perfect/the tabel I took and turn't it/ So gimme the loot like biggie's first sh**/the beats sick so I nursed it/if its ebonics I really merked it/ keeping my promise To keep it trill/if its beef turn up the grill/ I never say I'll be there and not show I turn up for real Hook Scratch 1 and if you did'nt know who's rhyming ( Craig mack flava in ya ear) x2 Scratch 2 allow me to introduce myself ( Jay- Z public announcement ) Verse 2 We two brothers with same dream/ make the underground the new mainstream/ the transformations as I daydream/these are pro thoughts/minus the mohawk/ B A from the A -team/now what do they mean/hip hop is dead/ I live this its in ya head like lice/when I switch nomore Mr nice/ I do sh** to spite/would rather rip the mic/than go on bad like kryptonite/ I got sh** to write/ for my mixtape/ I make moves now sh**s great/ On a track with LATE/ from G-city to wolves town/ who's down demolish an emcee in two rounds/ one to study them one to flurry them/am raps Lloyd honeyghan/ready to run again/the rain has gone here come the sun again/shine like its my duty/ a vet in my ends to the world am a newby Hook Verse 3 LATE Let me introduce myself they call me LATE/ born and raised in a council estate/am old school like digging in the crates/ heavyweight/ Casette tapes/ cutting dubplates/heavyweight lyrical technician/stepped in this game rago no audition/the first song I ever did I pressed it Up on wax/this ain't a metaphor am stating the facts/ we kept it underground fam you know the score/ your now rolling with LATE and C-RAW/ Still hussling hard rep that UK sound/they say hip hops lost look here its been found/In my black beamer rolling through my section/ These rappers like cut off phones no connection/am like a rolex watch precision timing/ and if you didn't know its LATE that's rhyming