on mics - get it sewn like a hole in ya sweater
paid cause he game wit a pen like bowling for cheddar
only the clever wit - make you X stars like the confederate
keep the ettiquite damn fine for man kind's betterment
heaven sent like psalms he palms the mic like a stress ball
come to bless all who throw up they hands and yes yes ya'lls
weak MCs make the flesh crawl and give a nauseous feeling
take caution when dealing with bosses when he flosses off the ceiling
or should i say dome piece - the microphone poems don't cease
twist an MC arm til he say uncle like his own neice
use elbow grease on the mic - none can compare the work
drop so many bombs on stage he raise the terror alert
rock the tool dangerous and highly flammable like rocket fuel
to real MCs thas fed up - keep ya head up like pocket pool
bring the thread back from the dead like a defribulator
demonstrate a different way to diminish all the imitators
ledge - some say he purdie like a drum track innovator
ask him to spit a hit then come back ten minutes later
cause when the pen and paper mate word is born in a manger
why i'm uncomfortable around the wack like watching porn w/ strangers
he bring a swarm of bangers - just be informed of the danger
of how he spit out mad words like he swore in anger
peep the cold hearted flow of a truly ruthless soul
that keep rich bitches staying downtown like a super bowl
truth be told - he don't fake a front like his tooth is gold
bet the bank soon as he pull ya card ya whole group'll fold
some wack cats pass they ass raps over fax digits
the type L be gettin pretty lit up like jax bridges
render a shady flow still it tends to be fadin yo
and cats miss it when it's gone like skills center radio
still checkin for the 8th mixtape to while on
to see Ledge bomb the mic like krylon to pylons
