See, what you gotta do is ( ? ) at stations I'm gracin  Contest, start the process of elimination  Make a maneouvre, you move too fast to see  Who's next up? Let's see who's ( ? ) decree  My strike is fatal, you feel the wrath, you're doomed  Today is gonna be dog day's afternoon  Rappers, I torture, teach em what naughty means  Pick em like coffee beans and show em what 'off me' means  They go against, they never win, they get dock-seated  Lyrics hit you so hard you think you had a shock treatment  Rappers, I pass flash by em like a thunderclap  My mic is a axe, so call me a rappin lumberjack  A terrorizin terror makin no errors  You're a duck, so I'ma pluck all of your feathers  My voice remounts, it's full like a fountain  MC's, I caught em, manslaughter em while I'm countin  They mullah, then I look in they crew's eye  Watch em take a deep breath, then step from the set  Cause my killer instincts will show in deadly ways  Look around, can you count all the heads I laid?  Lak Shabazz, a menace, a real trouble maker  Let it be known that I'm hard, I love to take a  Weak wack rapper and make him ( ? ) me  Because he looks like Bozo the Clown to me  Everything is serious, nothin to smile for  You gotta brace yourself for the style wars    (Ready to go to war - now)  (We are ready to go to war - now)    Well, I'm back to attack, clash of a mic and a titan  I'm fully equipped to rip and totally enlighten  Lyrics are swift and smooth, hit you real, see  When you hear em, you forget all about the beat  Lak's the name, not a game like double dare  MC's get scared or beware because trouble's here  You wanna battle me? Hey look, go for it  Your lyrics are old school, prehistoric  Ancient, corroded and busted  Greasy and dirty and full of combustion  What a ( ? ), what a pity, what a waste of time  You want def rhymes? Here's a taste of mine  Lyrics I write contain a hard, def style  Yours are soft and moist, made out of textile  ( ? ), put em in the double x file  Of wack rappers, they gotta exile  Call me an undertaker, I use my mic like a guillotine  Take 10 seconds to find out what killer mean  There's always a sucker in the crowd that'll spill the beans  So just bodybag him and ship him to the Philippines  Mission accomplished like I promised  You're on a wack staff, I got the last laugh  I'm cold serious, nothin to smile for  You gotta brace yourself for the style wars    Cause these are the style wars  DJ Cee Just    (We are ready to go to war - now)    Ah yeah, Flavor Unit in effect  1990, small things behind me  Righteous Force Productions in effect  You know what I'm sayin  Cold rippin off necks    And I'm outta here  We in effect, y'all  Peace