|Lyrics:||It's not about the salary |
I do this so Mc's they twice before they battle me
Liney B can really flow shit (say what!)
This ain't no wo thuggish ruggish bow wow yippie
I through yo rappers like a bad poker hand
(Now tell me Bikedi B the man
Yeah my rhymes styles skandelous deep n' Mc's n' banders
So many niggaz on my dick
Now I see them seam in fucking sandwiches
when I throw rappers to the flow
Battleing me is like giving bird to a fucking dinosoure
Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn
So how you gon' rap the microphone
weak in a motherfucking rock spearm
Mad Skillz got this fucking mig on
I suck ya
blood out motherfuckers
like Tom Cruise with the wig on
Yeah about to make the loop
Cause I can keep motherfucking rap until Biz Markie gets cute
Where you from, you gotta be from Brooklyn man, you gotta be!
Yeah, na, ya that nigga from Queens?
Na Bee,na, I ain't from Queens
Oh!, I've got
it, that nigga from Uptown, he gotta be!
Na, na, na kid!
No I ain't from Uptown kid
Where ya from God?