You're bustin' dumb raps off the cap, oh shit
Transmitting live to all my black people
(Yipes)
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple
I bring it to your chest, pour all the way live
I don't walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
Hardcore G, I get hardcore man
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin'
I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm
(Bust a rhyme off the head J)
Snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn and host my own show
And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle
Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a joint
I fill all my days with big butts and boom
Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift
'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown
On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
The Likwit crew, comin' like this on you
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
I'ma roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln
When, the saints come marchin' in
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk
I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with
Lunatic potential, an isperential differential
Pow, bust my liquid-ass style
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thing
Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down
They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor
And I got this magic, want to make your puny soul diminish
I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts need room
From the underland a fuckin' wonderman, bam
You better watch who you approachin'
I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs
I should mind the people's court
While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes
I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce, deuce Mickey's
The abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal
And put my rear shit in flight, peep
Has returned to burn, it's time y'all niggaz learn
Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone
With that four minute Olde English piss on you
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these niggaz how you figure
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal
'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
Confidentially smashin' instrumentals
It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest
Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's light saber
I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose
So when you walkin' down the block
But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child
Where MC's get seared and all spots blown
While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students
When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen
After Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo
Downin' all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe
The nigga missed me, I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best
Beats make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets
But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit
When we start rappin', heads roll like Patton
I rock the beat to sleep like an infant
Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage
Never shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Yo, put in the disc E while I hit the whiskey
The menace stuffin' mics down motherfuckers windpipes
