Hayyyyy!

Break it down big ba-ty, here to rock the par-ty

(c'mon) Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah

Do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush

Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher

Yeah yeah y'all

Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah

Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker

Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker

I strike HARD like Ben Frank's lightning rod

Leave you suckers scarred (uh-huh) leave you suckers charred

Now you're burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist

I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics

It'll be a +Black Moon+ when I _Enta Da Stage_

Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage

Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder

You can't front on this big body Southerner

Your shit'll get smacked back, you're booty like asscrack

Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that

I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey

as I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I

gets total wreck and make crews pop, I

rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks

Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels (uh-huh)

Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils

as I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah

I'll be the +Queen+ of MC's that's +Flushing+, hah

And ain't no maybe's, or might be's, cause if the mic be

within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey

(I like it) when I'm weeded, so beat it, don't let me get heated

or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic

(Believe it) so it is said, so it is written

Until the day that I'm dead, I'll keep hittin

always and forever spittin, from my soul for real

down yellow brick roads I will, uhh

chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans

Ask Mr. Greenjeans who's the Captain, I'm slappin

Fast-actin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the ?

So get crackin, you don't wanna Clash with this Titan

Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man

I'm twirlin MC's like I'm Major Wreck

cause I'm a major threat, once again Rage in effect

HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust

Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..

I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah

I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush, c'mon!

Necessary Rough when I bust (UHH)

Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..

I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah

I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush

Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? (who?)

I'm rhymin til I'm blue in the face so face, the, facts

Don't look back, or you're gonna be salty

Uhh, ah-hah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon

you're scalpin, your hearts palpitatin

Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it

when I spit it, wack MC's get ommitted

Now did it not occur to you, th