Various Artists - Hit 'Em With This lyrics

It only takes one blow from the knock-out pro Antoinette's on the set, hey yo Hurb, let the beat go Call me a vocalist, a vocal extraordinaire And if you ain't heard yet, then just pull up a chair Don't need a countdown, just a steady beat to be born And I'ma go for mine, but first let me inform I rock you chicks quick and you ducks'll get stuck That's right, step in my path and you're gonna get struck Cause when I'm holdin this and I like the tempo I'll take control from the end to my intro Hittin like a heartbeat's never out of sync Each rhyme is the chain and my voice is the link So I make em connect, then I rehearse and perfect Recite em on wax, so that I can collect I'm makin papers turn green, you know 'In God We Trust' You had enough? I thought so, I can see the lust You want me to go on, my rhyme just flow on The only time I pause is for my deejay to throw on Another hit, a little harder and louder When I drop the mic they come up and say how the Hell I keep the pace with the serious face Steal the crowd like a crocodile, leavin a trace Because I diss hard and I don't miss But even if I did, I just hit em with this 1, 2 and freeze, don't nobody move I got a score to settle and my revenge is the groove We can do this, we can, look out, I'm gonna pick off I'm called the Gangstress, now here's the kick-off Crisp and clean, my rhymes keep rollin Freeze, don't shoot the breeze, I'm gonna keep goin Browsin through the stack, pull a rhyme off the rack Then pump it up loud so I can feel the trap Now check the level, the meter, the ba** and the teeter Your mark, you're set, hold up, this is what you need-a Someone like me to lead just like a leader I'm like the Book Of Life and I hope you're good readers Turn the page, mademoiselles on stage And that's French for those of you who left the brain in the cage Just open your eyes, take a good look and The voice, the rhyme, the beat, it's just hookin Yeah, cause I'm hype and I'ma raise your temp Get off the wall, don't stall, ain't nobody exempt When I say raise your temp I mean spiritual liftin Run with the rhythm, I can tell if you're listenin But if you're not and you try to resist Lights out, call it a day, I'ma hit you with this I was born to have it good, I keep it in check Kick the weak out of my path who don't come correct I never front in front of ducks, I got ( ? ) to hold Just cut em down to size should they try to get bold I cold blast one and I ma** one They won't be comin back cause they'll remember the last one I do it hard, the harder it got Stick my name in their hearts, they forget me not Not forever, whenever you can give em a quiz Who's in control? They know who it is Spell it out at full, keep their heads down low Give me a mic and history is made at my show I'm on point, I'm like a knife when it's sharp and new Go 'head and beef, chief, and I'll cut right through Now put your tongue back in your mouth, stop breathin so loud This is my mic, my rhyme, my beat and my crowd You want a piece of it, you think you got what it takes? I mean line for line without a word bein fake Every rhyme able to flex, plex and vex Now stop and think: Is she right? You know I'm correct Because I diss hard and I don't miss But even if I did, I just hit em with this