Leroy "Precise" Edwards - Beware lyrics

Intro: (Mystikal saying "Beware" played backwards) First Verse: BEWARE! The man with the braids done walked in Mild mannered like Clark Kent I'm rougher and tougher than dead shark skin This man gonna be have you flippin' like the blades of a propeller Evil like Cruella Five years later I'ma still be hard as a armadillo Roll like a eighteen wheeler Shinin' like the slipper of Cinderella And bad weather And a capella This fella Top seller Gon' be that way til' I'm old as Mandela Still gettin' better Writin' rhymes under pressure I'm the aggressor, I'm the professor I'm the n***a that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser Now really Tell me what you muthaf**as know about gettin' rowdy Turn your whole Sunday day cloudy b**h, I been 'bout it Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH Bow, Gra**hopper Bow, to the man Chorus Second Verse: I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better Letter for letter Swift as a jet or keep up with the pacesetter Sparkle like glitter, hard-hitter, hoe go-getter Side-stepping from no n***a Whenever you b**hes decide you gonna get too big for your britches Leavin' you stitches Diggin' in ditches Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts Don't f** with the rhymin' black belt Watch yaself Boom! Here I go! Boom! Boom! I know Y'all n***as can't f** with the man with two tongues, cuz that's the way I flow Cuz I can get hot like fire And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire For instance, persistance No resistance, stay your distance Is vital to your existance You leave it to me to show you the way out I'm never gonna play ya I'll take your old lady Even if I took my braids out Chorus Third Verse: And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like all you b**hes are rusty Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me Hit'cha, so much muthaf**in' we gone leave this b**h musty You disgust me, trust me When Mystikal hits the door You b**hes be screamin' to touch me I'm the invisible man you can't see me I'm like an illusion and confusion I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises Issuin' these muthaf**as with the style that them b**hes want Five-foot-eleven, screamin' and yellin' I say f**, sh**, got damn b**h respect me like a reverend, and... Congregation say "Amen" (Amen) I come through this muthaf**a swingin' like a caveman And just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun) Up jumps the sh**-starter From the rafters The mornin' after Since you won't bow to the man Bow to the master! Chorus