Actual Facts

(Sadat X) When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame Only draw love off the mention of my name I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week Get my freak on, who dares to speak on My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics She's laying on the mattress I'm hiking up the black dress Finesse called on me to bless I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed The tracks receive faxs wit my picture, in a cowboy hat Now top that, yo, kid, top that Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting Just the other day but nobody's admitting To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD The best in history or maybe one of the top 3 Says myself, no diggedy (Large Professor) I be synonymous to king, fling niggas to the mat Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping Is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled So ah, say no more, them niggas that supports Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba Wit the skill to build, I'm saying peace, you niggas, chill (Grand Puba) Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam Giving love to my fans and you know this man My composition leaves competition wishing They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop I speak Actual facts on how I feel Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters Keep niggas moving like a fuking escalator Because it's poetry in motion Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean Dig what I'm saying I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in (Lord Finesse) It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising When I drop it, I'm futuristic like Fiber Optic Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid That better be a peace sign You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it When we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants But still advancing, skills enhancing We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing We're too bugged, true thugs Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of I'm not yapping, just rapping Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella Strictly out for the mozarella Fuk guns and toolies, we don't portray movies It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me If this flow was whiskey, I'd have you mothafukas tipsy The ghetto type playas that caters Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later