Lakim Shabazz - Style Wars lyrics

See, what you gotta do is (? ) at stations I'm gracin Contest, start the process of elimination Make a maneouvre, you move too fast to see Who's next up? Let's see who's (? ) decree My strike is fatal, you feel the wrath, you're doomed Today is gonna be dog day's afternoon Rappers, I torture, teach em what naughty means Pick em like coffee beans and show em what 'off me' means They go against, they never win, they get dock-seated Lyrics hit you so hard you think you had a shock treatment Rappers, I pa** flash by em like a thunderclap My mic is a axe, so call me a rappin lumberjack A terrorizin terror makin no errors You're a duck, so I'ma pluck all of your feathers My voice remounts, it's full like a fountain MC's, I caught em, manslaughter em while I'm countin They mullah, then I look in they crew's eye Watch em take a deep breath, then step from the set Cause my k**er instincts will show in deadly ways Look around, can you count all the heads I laid? Lak Shabazz, a menace, a real trouble maker Let it be known that I'm hard, I love to take a Weak wack rapper and make him (? ) me Because he looks like Bozo the Clown to me Everything is serious, nothin to smile for You gotta brace yourself for the style wars (Ready to go to war - now) (We are ready to go to war - now) Well, I'm back to attack, clash of a mic and a titan I'm fully equipped to rip and totally enlighten Lyrics are swift and smooth, hit you real, see When you hear em, you forget all about the beat Lak's the name, not a game like double dare MC's get scared or beware because trouble's here You wanna battle me? Hey look, go for it Your lyrics are old school, prehistoric Ancient, corroded and busted Greasy and dirty and full of combustion What a (? ), what a pity, what a waste of time You want def rhymes? Here's a taste of mine Lyrics I write contain a hard, def style Yours are soft and moist, made out of textile (? ), put em in the double x file Of wack rappers, they gotta exile Call me an undertaker, I use my mic like a guillotine Take 10 seconds to find out what k**er mean There's always a s**er in the crowd that'll spill the beans So just bodybag him and ship him to the Philippines Mission accomplished like I promised You're on a wack staff, I got the last laugh I'm cold serious, nothin to smile for You gotta brace yourself for the style wars Cause these are the style wars DJ Cee Just (We are ready to go to war - now) Ah yeah, Flavor Unit in effect 1990, small things behind me Righteous Force Productions in effect You know what I'm sayin Cold rippin off necks And I'm outta here We in effect, y'all Peace