Lyrics
Communicate wit the world, stepping out on stage one, hitting the top
i ain t joking
i roll and rock
come and turn to page one
The crowd is loud, i m coming out like beers
Big shot on the east coast 8x, wickable wack
dance and fusion
drop the mic
hype the frame
now i m back to funk
hype and dope
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop, the mic is smoking, like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
hype and dope
Rhyme to romp, i m a eat em wit popcorn and treat em like suds you duds
Dance and fusion, i never rhyme like them
Serving them wit the mic stand, a better man that dracula, i get busy on em
rhymes are grip tight
Rhymes are grip tight, i m here to fail and to pass
In fact you are speaking impopular, no grams to kill more
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious, you see the dark and shadows Large, a son of sam