[Verse One: Q-Unique]   Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic   and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time   If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line   Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind   I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine}   Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to abort you   Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken   Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken   I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)   Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister   Cornered, it can be, you can't flee   Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee   The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker   being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water   The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters   Go unpause ya tape recorders      [Chorus: Q-Unique]   Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe   Toy mic you play flow   Start a rap career, that shit is way no   Start a rap career, that shit is way no   Toy mic you play flow   Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low   ====   Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe   Toy mic you play flow   Start a rap career, that shit is way no   Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE   Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way no      [Verse Two: Swel Boogie]   I pound the final round *ding*   Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound?   You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down   for whatever the case is, whatever the place is   We sever the stages, you could never come face this   Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks   but make sure they the bomb tricks   that don't complain, about any position   Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision   The mission is impossible for you to get it   Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated   I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it   If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna deal with it      [Q-Unique]   Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe      [Verse Three: Jise One]   Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show   Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size   Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)   Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries   Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)   There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes   You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)   The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air   You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)   Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe   A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros      (Chorus)