When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion   Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion   Cause i'mcontended to know that I've invented   Poetry which has been highly complimented   Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage   And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page   I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf   And like salt-n-pepa I express myself   To make most of you know me, and some of you don't   But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't   Arrange a battle, improve your style   Against a brother with a totally different profile   Most of you flake cold front ya flex   And hesitate on rhymes that should've been memorex   But you forgot I remember you're an amateur   Mystery worshipper, nowi prefer   Thati remind you or tease ya on who's the boss   Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss   Well get this just as quiet as it's kept   Mc's on the chart from teh start has slept   Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke   For what? they take mc'ing for a practical joke   You don't have what it takes to be an mc   Ya just as phony as ya wanna be      You present yourself to be the quiet storm   You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form   But as they say, yo, to each it's own   And to each one who plays with a microphone   Abbreviate microphone and m.i.c.   Meaning what, myself, i, you see   I invite those to battle me then they're through   Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too   The rap convention or the mc show   I have rhymes to block those who hit below   The belt, that means biting a rhyme   Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save time   Now who is known to uphold his own   And words are heard like a strong baritone   Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold   That'll smile in your face and still come so cold   That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost   Now you're trapped in the land of the lost   Should i, could i, would I lose   When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose   To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth   Because you're upset that you ever caused beef   Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease   But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please   Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt   Once the genius gets heated up, suckers will melt   Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water   Then you can say this was a goddamn slaughter   You don't have what it takes to be an mc   Ya just phony as ya wanna be      Ain't no rhymes like the one I got   They put competitors in a trance, y'all   Radio stations ran them a lot   They made children play and dance y'all   How dare ya mention you're an mc   When the crowd disagrees on who claim to be   Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release   And that only make the crowd boos increase   Hey, may I say I'll stay a dj   Mc who try to defeat me or portray   One who claims he gain much respect   But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked   Cauise getting with me is definitely a slaughter   Or diving in a pool head first without water   So don't set yourself up to get brutalized   That only happens when you're not energized   Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic   That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic   Oka, got it in your head, correct   That I'm victoriouson any subect   You disbelieve, then huh, call the title   Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol   It's like..zap...another one on my jock strap   Now you walk around praising my name   Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the pain   You don't have what it takes to be an mc   Ya just phony as ya wanna be