Rok One - Certified Superior lyrics

{intro} Y'all brothers know not to test this I give you food for thought so digest this Wack emcee's hit the exit.. check it..check it [Verse 1: Rok One] Destruction in my appetite, pa** the mic and get devoured Call me E (why?) cause I'm emcee to the second power Twice as nice as you could ever hope to be vocally I get my runnin' flow you on a treadmill sportin' hosiery Witness hip hop how it's supposed to be Expressed through authenticity Cancel those thoughts that are dissin me or forfeit instantly Or you'll become a victim of the greatest MC war in history I 'm handin' out fatalities to foes, flawless victory Lives I'm quick to bury, I select words out of the dictionary To re-write your record review and transform it to your obituary So here's your eulogy, who are we? The untouchables The true emcee's exposing all you fraudulence like nudity Bring your lyrics, money, f** the tom foolery I m like a careless cat burglar when I drop the j**elry Probably the best you ran across No one can ever show this man who lost Towards wack MC's my heart is colder than the Ice planet hoth Sorta like Diana Ross My flow is nothin short of supreme Rok-One will forever be in style like denim blue jeans Writin' rhymes is a daily routine And my religions refreshing when I'm manifestin' the blessin I was given Beatin' lies with wisdom My creations transcend and defy the system Examples of verbal dynamism over vibes and rhythms Not concerned with topping the charts I m on a higher mission to achieve longevity like the tombs of mummified Egyptians [Hook] Ayo when it comes down to it rappers are counterfeit But rest a**ured I'm genuine when I rhyme so bounce to this I manifest hip hop in its highest degree {"Certified and superior MC"} Ayo when it comes down to it rappers are counterfeit But rest a**ured I'm genuine when I rhyme so bounce to this Hip hop is something I take very seriously {"Certified and superior MC"} [Verse 2: Rok One] Rok One will leave your head spinnin' like the boys of rock steady My rhymes hang out more than breasts on a girl whose top heavy I m not petty, rappers don't try: you're not ready I m the best from New York to illadelph to Roxbury You heard rumors I was nice? Well now you're certain I turn psycho on the mic like that man with the knife Behind the shower curtain Norman Bates Observe my composition as it formulates MC's hand in your resignation like Nixon after Watergate My new releases are razor sharp, reducing you to pieces Leaving my opponents more confused than j**s to jesus I hit harder than an 808, to stay in shape With a style that's more off the hook then fish that didn't take the bait Don't playa hate I stay in charge of my own fate A lot of brothers try to make hits but couldn't bring it back to home plate And on decks the best rehearse with concepts to bless each verse So well rounded that I should win a contest for wet tee-shirts Test research indicates that I 'm ahead of my time Competitors find it difficult to write sh** that's better than mine Inventing my rhymes without the use of reefer, weed or endo The crowd responds: "Two Thumbs Up!" like Siskle and Ebert eating Mentos [Hook] [Verse 3: Rok One] At a show I make even the baddest flow look status quo Shining like fourteen carat gold Never kickin an average flow In battle mode weak lyricists I'm toe tagging The highest on the evolutionary chart you herbs are Cro-Magnon My flow pattern makes you dig my style like bone fragments It's not your ordinary chrome packin thug tryin' to go platinum I choose a path that's holier (step up) I leave my foes more paralyzed than Peter Parker with arachnophobia So nice it's only right that you give me acknowledgment Freestyle, written, or story telling; got all three I'm neopolitan I get props and respect when hip hop's in effect Yo I got tricks up the sleeve even when I'm rockin a vest I m not a mack but still attractive to the opposite s** Me and the mic go together like a Rasta with dreads Put down your Glocks and your tech's I rock without stopping for breath Been doing this since Flava Flav was wearin clocks on his chest Fiend for a mic One of the best you've probably seen in your life My dreams to live right, just be and have a queen for a wife Until then I keep on rhyming and exploring the world Hold my own like ugly fellas who can't score with girls [Hook]