Who's Your Rhymin' Hero

Who's your rhymin' hero I use lyrics versatile, beat up, on any style Treat em like stepchilds and smile I grab the mic then I check one two Brother's look, "yo what he's gonna do" Hmm, you know I don't get too hyped I just fully load up the brain and cock the mic And blast off rhymes, within a matter of time I'm like a mirror of organized crime For slaying an MC who think that he might be The first brother who could come up and fight me Start running like you're looking for P.C Protective... custody Cuz I'm blowing off, just for going off You may think I'm showing off, cuz every rhyme is flowing off A dope beat that is so sweet to the eardrum Gets the crowd prepared to hear some Super, high-powered lyrics, specially chosen The battle's a snowstorm and brothers are frozen Thirty-two degrees below zero Now who's your rhymin' hero (3X) The Genius, is a rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher But the way I speak is so poetic Describe me on the mic, I'm energetic Even if you roll up strapped with an uzi Still your wack lyrics couldn't [Do Me!!] Yo, I'm not the type of guy Cuz my lyrics are high powered, meaning fly I'm not barn, I'm building hard You thought that I was weak, well let me speak With me being frozen this MC weather come to All linked together See I got wreck, wrapping things in check You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle A style like mine, I dismantle Just by pickin up the mic, and start showin I cold turn it out, and yo then I get super serious strong and then furious Give an MC something to make them curious On, professors, in college I stomp em out just with supreme knowledge Bustin up witches, yo I give stitches Super-suckin-fuckin-lickin-some-sexy-scali bitches I go off, and off men often See the December's Primatene Mist coughin Cuz I'm the God building hard never barred Bringin crazy static to your attic Now I'm known to flip a show Now who's your rhyming hero (4X) You have some MC's who get too hyped From a ten word rhyme it took em hours to type That's not MCing, just an MC being Weak on his words and never thinkin bout freeing Positive thoughts that I let come out I'm The Genius of this, I know what it's about Cuz on the mic I'm a leader, school I am a reader When it comes to sex, a strong good breeder MC's max but every one I wax And collect the cash money without being taxed Now that I have your attention, I'd like to mention Don't battle me at any rap convention If so I'll show all who wants to know To detemine who's an amateur and who is a pro Don't mean to get ill, cuz I know how you feel You lack words like mines, talent and skill Now I'm known to flip a show Now who's your rhyming hero (4X)