Showing Skill

Emcees wanna come around like the cipher, actin' hyper Fuckin' with more Dangerous Minds like Michelle Pfeiffer My shit's tight like C.Os to a lifer I wish ya well even though I never liked ya My crew'll be the dogs to bite ya So moon-walk like Mike into a lover not a fighter Cause we's about to pull a all-nighter To make our futures much brighter, on fire like a lighter I'm a vet not a rook, with the mental of a crook Yo you need to make a call Please hang up cause I'm off the hook You shook, like you're try'na tackle *?Gimmet?* It seems there ain't no limit to you rappers while you limit with your gimmicks Now you the realest, plus you fearless I'll make you feel this I'm holdin' the cards, now here's what the deal is Fake snakes, try to rattle me Attempt to battle me, I speak reality Disect they whole anatomy Now your crew's mad at me But here's your warning Keepin' niggas opin like a doorman When I'm performin' Crackin' heads like eggs in the morning I'll be the first to state Every emcee today is crime related I thank god that I made it Without gats firin', runnin' from sirens I'm peeing on you punks like dogs do on hydrants Plus I'm live when I'm vibin' and rhymin' You swimmin' in the cesspool that I never took a dive in Plus I give my nigga fivin' With get the good times without no jivin' (jive...) [Hook] "Niggas frontin' like they ill" - Mr. Cheeks [Cut/scratched x3] "Now bustin' caps ain't got a motherfucking thing to do with showin' skill" - Mr. Cheeks I breaks niggas like dancin', they gets no wins Like that calibre of teams that's expansions Holdin' crews ransome, switching styles like I'm Manson Three-oh-fours think I'm handsome They wanna Lex and a mansion No Opera but I be the phantom With the real ghetto anthem Put they lights out If they think that they lampin', with the Ed O or the science Drop clients, who's reliant Cut the ho ho hoes through cream and fiend giant Forgot the fake fool fold With mentals on the bank rolls In the army clothes and corn-row And all that hard image Wouldn't get you ten yards from scrimage If you's a cowboy and your name was Emmet Cause there's a limit A small rap room, with a million niggas in it All you playas can't win or pin it We keep a zone in padlock The blocks on the 'bury be mad hot When George couldn't see Scott From the boat to Orchard Park Shit be scorchin' ock We dabble in the streets, but the beat set us apart So why bother, to try harder Sell your soul for a dollar, I'm a dog with a flea collar Don't get yourself scarred like Seal Ed O.G and Nestle comin' with the mad deal [Hook] "Niggas frontin' like they ill" - Mr. Cheeks [Cut/scratched x4] "Now bustin' caps ain't got a motherfucking thing to do with showin' skill" - Mr. Cheeks I got Faith in myself like Evans To be above niggas like the heavens Keep my shit rolling hittin' sevens and elevens And those who act wild my crew be tamin' 'em Straight gamin' 'em, your label actin' up you blamin' 'em We on some blackmail or framin' 'em Anybody disrespected any time believe we namin' 'em Cause in the nine-sup, no time to sleep or half slep Half step, not carin' 'bout your fame or rep Cause it's all in jep We bring it in your face you wouldn'ta heard us if we crept For starters, we rock the hardest Rippin' platinum artists Pullin' them off like thigh-highs, unbuckled from the garters Lookin' for the largest So I can catch some charges, for killin' emcees Who be rhyming 'bout guns drugs bitches and cheese I know I'm better for, every other line ain't a metaphore Strictly to the top is where the Ed O-jiggy's heading for In my prime, time to drop like a dime Rhyme without crime, I do it one time [Hook] "Niggas frontin' like they ill" - Mr. Cheeks [Cut/scratched x7] "Now bustin' caps ain't got a motherfucking thing to do with showin' skill" - Mr. Cheeks