Xzibit intro: Yes yes. Ahh ahh. Bring it live Yo it's the X to the Z from the Likwit Squad Hook: "One MC" "After" (x3) "On the mic"- Souls Of Mischief
silent john incremental another silent instrumental the nerd rap existential people compare me to mc chris or frontalot but the fact is i predate them
voltage like the third electric Emergency phones needed in every tunnel for this murder method You're dealin with the armed forces We wave warmed torches
look at me i i i'm the man here i go im commin' man for this money ah do the runnin' man got in hand, we gone chop her wave that b*tch around like a hellicopter
Sold your soul for some secular Muzak that's wack Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile Brain waves
Kickin' back fadin', put the flame to the joint 3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the
soulja got my speakers going MC Hammer like Rick Ross bitch I think I'm MC Hammer [Chorus:] I wake up early in the morning round the crack of dawning wave
truck in his ass Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries
Young Soulja got my speakers going MC Hammer Like Rick Ross bitch I think I'm MC Hammer Chorus 2 I wake up early in the morning, Round the crack of dawning Wave
smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids wild wave at you
On to the break of dawn I will rock y'all to the early morn 'Cause I'm the demonstrating, the dominating Annihilator, brutalor, MC-hating So, all MC
I'm easin' off the bus an' pedal biking lately You see music, it brings me haters Haters got wifeys, they bring me papers And the mummy's do love these MC
never seen Before I come around it was cock it and shoot MC's being cocky and rude Then I moved to some deep concepts in my tunes Monitor my brain waves
scraper Chipmunk told me don't watch no face I'll never leave home without my pencil case 24/7 I stay with my eraser Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave
Rap Fully equipped with a hip hop lip My memory bank is like a microchip My bass will give a shake, or if not quake It'll make you, sucker MC, wanna
Is that a turntable? Well, get on it it's your turn Who gets laid, the chicken or the egg? How about the MC that has just been led To a renegade teacher
In the nation of Brooklyn Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans It's amazin' how lickin' shots is the proper representation Soon they gonna need wack MC
man chronic, I twist the hard caps back To blue bonnets, I repeat, who want it? Daytime on the list of time on the tradition, of combustion Ignition, propulsion, put MC