Bad Mutha

Other MC's, I want you to know If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow We can throw (Bad self) Huh! When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy And when I'm on the stage, the party people say, "Is he Really human or is he a robot?" Because when I'm on the microphone nobod- Y does the things that I do My voice will guide you Once you hear it, it stays inside you Hypnotizing and mesmerizing The cerebral cortex, but without realizing You become confused and so enthused Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose Total control, and if I choose To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news Like Paul Revere: "A real rapper is here!" Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming" And teeth will chatter, plagiarists will scatter Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a Real rap trooper with a power so super After battlin' me, I guarantee you won't recouper- Ate cause I am great, I can make you hate To ever look in the mirror and affiliate Yourself with anything but an average person Lovin' my success but envious and cursin' You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker Just gimme a pound cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- (With your bad self) I put a hurtin' on rappers, egos are crushed Pride is swallowed, asses are bust Hearts are taken, souls cremated Lips are sealed and they hate it Overrated rappers made it On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated But I'm not like you bitin' barbarics Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal I never run out, I got an automatic refill I never get cold, I only get lukewarm When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm Ideas start flowin', my talents start showin' And if the music stops, Moe Dee keeps goin' I'm bigger than life and deeper than death The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef Boy, are these MC's really startin to irk me Make it to the top, then try to jerk me Ask 'em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin' Like they don't know, they must be buggin' But I like the controversy, it makes me bloodthirsty And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- (With your bad self) I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig My IQ's too high, my words are too big My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample Some things I won't do, and here's an example I won't make a "La-Di-Da-Di", an "Oh! Veronica" A "Dear Yvette" or a "La-Latoya" I'm not tryin' to dis the rappers that made these cuts As a matter of fact I like them, but Records like that are for the average MC Not for the highly rated Moe Dee I have a formula, I'm like a scientist And I must put words together like this: My voice is auriferous, coming out an orifice Expressing hyperbole, verbally or if it's Mental [?] that makes me so electric By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected I'm a rhymer with a timer, I'm a English dialectic My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon My soliloquy will affect ya like Farrakhan Love me or hate me, agree or debate me Watchin' suckers gather 'round, bow down and fellate me Cause what I do orally is something so morally Stimulating, emulating heat that's [?] My mind is both flexible and resilient Pugnacious, tenacious, vivacious, I'm brilliant Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining Why I'm standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's And any other MC's are knocked out the box So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker Sucker MC's, I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad mutha- Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- Now I was never solo, I was always in a group So now you new jacks are a little too souped So if you think you could take mine Then come on and make my Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up You didn't have a chance But if you want drop the pants I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance Everyone will be laughing and you'll be the stock Cause that's what's good about havin' you MC's on the jock I could go on and on and on and on for days But every time I speak I get unwanted protégés If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck Cause you don't really want none cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-