Wordsworth - Relay (Remix) lyrics

[Wordsworth] Welcome to the first annual Freestyle Marathon The fee is to be an MC, you don't need to have a song Once the drums drop, the beats begin Rap till you run out of rhymes or too embarra**ed to speak again Off of top or written competition, track meets for compositions Of rap athletes in top condition And lane one is Words, known for his penmanship Lanes two through...well they're not worth mentioning {gun shot} And they're off, Words has a comfortable lead Excellent breathing technique and needs nothing to read Following is Never Ender, good contender but selfish In cipher's don't know when to stop and let someone else kick Ain't coming off, 'bout to suffer another loss Here comes Sore Loser, who quickly cuts across Sore Loser fills the stands when his relatives come Always loses battles but they still tell him he won In lanes four and five are Fraud and Ablib Almost collapsing from asthma gasping as time elapses Damn, they just got disqualified Cause four said he was off the head but five was jumping in on every line And six missed the mixer who claims off the top with writtens Starts off a'ight, but winds up forgetting For a second, they let him try to keep on spitting Give him a second chance to start over and the cats just skipped him Looks like the cipher getting shorter Let me see that surprise but damn he throws the cycle outta order Flash back to Words, 100 laps going strong on the track Looking around and alone in this match And it's a new world record 4.5 when Words crossed the finish line at the same time the batteries died [Rise] Freestyle Marathon and I got the baton Ain't no baton in a marathon, I'm already gone So please skip it, I'm gonna make sure that we win this Too close toward the finish, I'm banging your knees with it Stress from label to label, I downed a few Guinness Felt unstable but able to break Bruce Willis Now add a few drinks with a drop of juice in it And now the clubs flooded with cops and Sue Simons Who's timid? I'm just always scheming on sh** Who's the illest? The decision never seems to be split I'm heaping this sh**, no rules to how we make it is bugged Now switch topics, jump from a race to a club And, the longer the hoes the longer the toes It doesn't have to make sense man as long as it flows Long as it goes over a beat the audience knows Now-a-days I can keep rhyming long for the whole Song till this long marathon is over I know It's longer than the 16 bars I usually go I over do it When people telling me just to wreck it Rhyme till the needle hits the centerpiece of the record Spending weeks in the session, no one heard from me since Rap till Pack has to press like a 13"