Anybody

[Intro - One.Be.Lo] {*Beatboxing*} Aight, I'm ready How y'all doin out there? What's goin on? Yo, check this out [Verse 1] November 7th, 1976, now that's life Believe I was born to rock a mic (believe it) If seein is believin, my rhymes is outta sight I headbutt the mic, one bite could stop the fight But not tonight, Lo go the whole twelve, strike! Then everything changed like a Cinderell' night I used to freestyle, now I'm jail cell tight You cats livin lies, seven slide into hell twice The real mic, rhyme Christ, what is you deaf? I already told your blind ass thrice like blind mice But the +Price was Right+, and you was in the limelight Now every other word you say is wine or ice What the hell you gon' do when the truth comes to surface And all your fans recognize fools' gold is worthless? .. [Hook] Anybody, can think of a dope punchline Anybody, can make three syllables rhyme Anybody, can flow for a long ass time But how many cats you know can feed the mind? [Verse 2] Now who got skills is the real question? I teach these wack MC's a real lesson I draw the crowd like concealed weapons That's why they feel threatened, I kill seven MC's that thought I need the weed to spark an ill session Been writin rhymes since the age of ill-leven Now I'm super-varsity, pardon me, your skill's freshman Your style's no match like Jada and Will "Fresh Prince" Before One.Be.Lo, hip hop was ill-destined This industry fulla Uncle Toms, dickheads, Dirty Harrys Legendary, makin majors millions in monetary But check it, that money that's only momentary.. Who's the master? My mentality is plantation Lyrically +Proclaim+ to be wack-free, +Emancipation+ The "honest" president, how I represent, how benevolent Now or never kid, we promise Harriet (promise) The land of the chosen few Poetry in motion in the ocean, split it open You know how Moses do See, my plan's goin through long and overdue Sleepin on my crew (wake up) wake up and smell the Folgers brew My rap photo shoot, snap Polaroids Represent hip hop like Matlock, you just a court appoint Stayin true, I hold mics, that the Lord anoint Hungry for mil's/meals but won't fork it if I know it oinks.. And the name of this jam is.. [Hook]