Unique London - The Message lyrics

[Thirstin Howl III] The rhymes you about to hear, nevertheless of my own This is for all you young MC's, oh my how you've grown You got bigger, better, stronger and much faster I remember you were small or slow With a speech impediment and had asthma You a comedian - when you started doin stand-up? And where you come up with all these f**in stupid answers? Your rhymes would be cute If you wrote em on a pad that was pink When MC's think, they're above the rim I make them realize they really below the sink Before we battle, check it out, I got these rules You can't say: nine, spine, time -- all that sh** is pre-school! You could talk of shootings, but tell me so I would be clear But don't brag about coke deliveries that will never be here! Don't mention your chickenhead and all her clothes by Versace When she needs some orthopedic shoes - she's pigeontoed and knock-kneed! Save me the part about, Timb's and bandanas Frontin in front of cameras, braggin about what your man does I heard enough: Glocks, co*ks last year That took n***as to the cashier But that ain't happenin for your a** here! I'm amazed in your sudden interest for espanol But see, I won't, rhyme, out the house, unless I'm told Don't speak of ice unless it's from the freezer Your Rolex and Lexus in Texas, I don't wanna hear that either How much cash you got is really none of my concern As long as all of this is established, let me hear you, it's your turn