On The Mic

(Makes spitting sound) (Chorus) Now we came with good rhymes and grooves that don't quit When you can't, if you can't, handle it Every word that we spit is type scandalous Strong holdin's on the mic, now do it (Now do it, do it, do it, do it) And, shanana And (Breez Evahflowin!) And, shanana They talkin jive like the label My unstable elements smack relevence to fabels Able bodied cross breed of elephant and cable Unforgetable shows - I'm fed up with those Who should've been home instead of recitin' them triflin' flows The hype and the ho's I'm wipin' ya ass with my toes What type of the flows you got that make you hot If that's pop Breez had better be a bastard A master to perfection Spittin' acid in ya section like alien ressurection Reflectin' rhymes eternal like Kweli or a mirror Battle - anytime, anyplace, any era Where a mic is, strike with vocal blows to overload ya frontal lobe You front you fold styles olde-r than english In this, I got more back than dorsal fins I force a win over decision Rock cuts with surgical precision Allergic to the competition So when you come I come at-you! Bless me but dont ask me who the best be (Chorus) Course Mama made me, and you get burnt down like Branch Davidians Poison's comittee is gettin' claps like Chlamydia Stage shows, we amaze bros, who always say "Those Young cats don't do jack," but everybody say "HO!" We pray, though, Stronghold rap flows the hottest Stronghold, what, catchin' an L!?!, we Globetrotters! My joints, projected, your chick's claimin' baby father I look like Dada? Nada, volcanic flow with lava Uninteresting jockin', cockblock these riders We run the picture, she talked it for years, ain't got jack from their papa A poet like that? Who needs them plaques Saving these tracks behind my back, and this pen be on your track I'm pro black, got no cash you should know that Oh, yeah, I was talkin' to The LOX, they said want their dough back Go back, get the bozack Don't know much, just like Fudge, they record us then report us No tour bus, I ain't slow-bo, photo, February 9, step on out the photo I blow those Out of proportion so I can get chicks to twist like contortion "Can I borrow some dough?" face gets distortion Poison Rhymer's an author, I feel like Dr. Seuss With a Bubblegoose, and a little more juice (Chorus) Because of my freestyle, I have no time practice I'm hangin' emcees upside down and backwards Thought the fact is, I'm on point, like a cactus Fuck emcees, I eat planets, like Galactus I meditate, battle galaxies, verbalate This is all I could catch, for the most part, I have to go, but I wanna send This to you instead of just erasing. If you could, please correct any Mistakes and add the rest if you can, Breez doesn't have any of his lyrics On here yet, and as a strong underground head and Blaze battle champion, I Think he deserves it. Thanx ONE