Various Artists - Off the Record lyrics

[Verse 1 - Promoe] Whether outdoors or indoors, the crowd will en-dorse My show, and end yours, that's natural laws I get crazy applause, they Buju like Banton I chant down Babylon it's the countdown We're livin' in the last couple of Days That's why I never kick wack rhymes Cause there ain't no time to Waste No time to fake, no time to chase the papes Time to get it straight in nineteen ninety hate That's the number and the mindstate The only way you f**in' with my style is if it's rape But I got the mace and the pepper spray in my purse After the battle one of us leavin' the hurse I don't care if it's me but it's probably gonna be you though But I'm chillin' like Blue Note's played on Pluto I won't get mad if you say you took out Promoe I just relax and sit back and Watch ya nose grow "s**as step up.." "You wanna battle..""..don't even try it" [Hook - Promoe] Yo, my style is off the record But don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record How I'll off you in a second My style is off the record But don't turn off the record Cause than it's off the record s**as! [Verse 2 - Promoe] If I cross you, I will diss you in a rhyme Take it as a compliment I think you worth the ink, and the time Who me, Promoe, with the master peal Don't mess with me though cause I bust rhymes and piss And f** with dead emcees like necrophiliacs But I can't dig 'em they actin' like maniacs Thinkin' that the Promoe could ever get beaten That's like a Danish guy gettin' drunk in Sweden Not very likely cause when I step on stage I get props from smoke spots to internet homepages See my show as a sermon on the mount Givin' emcees god's word I'm what it's all about It's about this I'm in crisp on the mic To me all y'all other clicks sound alike So f** you, plus your weak producer Don't face you, you better face Medusa I'll turn your weak flesh into solid stone Simply because I rock on the microphone And it don't stop it goes on and on Like havin' s** with Erykah Badu 'til the early morn' Check it out it don't stop I keep on till the neighbors call the cops [Hook - Promoe] Cause my style's off the record But don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record How I'll off you in a second My style's off the record But don't turn off the record Cause than it's off the record Check it "You wanna battle.." "s**as step up.." "..don't even try it" [Verse 3 - Promoe] Emcees talk a lot of sh** I make 'em eat every word of it I'm from the Looptroop crew I bet you heard of it And still you wanna face me Not even the man in the mirror can Who you? A Swedish kid tryin' to be American Couldn't take me out if I was the track You wanna battle then you better bring some caps Cause I'm takin' all your stash even though I'm drinkin' back In the soundclash on yo' a** like a rash Really rational lyrics Spit like ammo from the lips of P-R-O-M-O The mind state, scientists ain't figured yet Your stock compared to mine, is nicorette to cigarette You illiterate I'm educated The university of hip-hop you never graduated I heard some decent emcees right from the top of they heads But I rhyme from the bottom of my heart, 'nuff said "s**as step up.." "You wanna battle..""..don't even try it" [Hook - Promoe] (repeated til fade) My style is off the record But don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record How I'll off you in a second