MC Iz My ambition

[Intro] I'm a black man And I don't know how to sing And I don't know how to dance And I don't know how to preach to no congregation I'm too small to be a football hero And I'm too ugly to be elected mayor But I watch TV And I seem all them people in all them fine homes they live in And all them nice cars they drive And I get all full of ambition Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got? [Don Barron] Lord have mercy Big big respect to each an every man in INI crew You knowin' how 'fi do Ima hold the microphone, we no worry about you and you You see man like Diamond D and the man call Don Barron Thirsty and come around sound stage yo and party I will never work for free Ha ha ha, come go! [Verse 1: Diamond] I give relief like a maxi Jump out a taxi Converge with Macky doing time in Coxsackie Tacky head bitches With lead switches and red britches I bled witches With the rest of them dead snitches You know the M.O We fog up a limo With exotic stemmo The neurotic D-I-A-M-O N-D, Indeed I got the skills The home in the hills Sons that move krills Season passes to the Buffalo Bills, what? With sprees on Madison Bookin' up whole floors at the Radisson Whatever, cus' nothin' in life is guaranteed Never underestimate the next man's greed With the hand speed I pass out quick ones on slick sons Who can't fight and run and get guns But get done Way before retaliation, (yeah) Death becomes your evaluation [Hook] MC is my ambition.. [x7] [Verse 2: Diamond] Marked for death like Steven Se-gal Even Mi-guel Mu-noz Said I'm movin' too close Listenin' to blue notes Laughin' at the blue coats Who can't get over a fence because of glucose With two toast You and your mans have plans of Mad Grands But they fell in bad hands Now in mad lands You're livin' out your bid Extortin' ordnance Runnin' wild givin' shorts And yo, I'm gettin paid on the rap tip No more runnin' from cops and gettin' beat with the black stick Smoother than chapstick Shootin' my raps quick Backflips are made when niggas hear my tracks flips I bat whips, chromed out, blown out Quick to kick a bone out ya back In fact, black, I regulate Through ya chest is where I penetrate So get it straight Don't apologize when it's late [Outro: Don Barron] Boom wit' this, or that We 'finna launch an attack On every MC who come to the dancehall an chat whack If ya talk too loud I said ya face I'm gonna smack And if ya reach for your waist, you off an' feel gunshot But that's my word, I no front, an' I bring war round the back Then we bury you in a casket Mister 6 foot flat With some reef and some flowers missin' pon' your grave top Fuck with Don Barron and Diamond D And you are fi' get that So things and times was gettin' rough And all the MC's they tried to call 'fi my bluff They wanted some more I guess they didn't get enough Cause Don Barron and Big Large and [?] chorus So every young youth that gonna go set up a plan Stop killin' off the woman and stop killin' off the man (yo!) Give me the mic and take the gun outta' me hand (yo!) Give me the mic and take ya gun outta' me hand [Hook] MC is my ambition...[x7]