From The Child To The MC

[Verse One] Now tell me, what's as quick as this kid? Man, when he's starting He [?] by a headband and start jogging People talking like, what this kid had did in his songs This kid always comes out, cause he don't do nothing wrong Don't act like I can rhyme, I don't act like my sign It's easy, I'm not trying to not act like I'm trying Game to game, she thinks I'm funny, she falls for my lines So [?] in your mind like a mime So just move, I just found a new sense to use Your rhymes ain't worth the ink in the pen you use Taking over like I'm the only raw MC I think the news now should only play the war and me I'm taking over your session, I'ma force you to love Like a [?] and the first mammal that could handle a club Bugged rhyme style stuck in your head, your love open Run to me, arms stretched for a hug in slow motion [Scratch Hook] "From a child to the MC that you see before you today" "Oh baby" "Alright" [Verse Two] Faith of a rebel (what else?) The heart of aerobic Lines crazy, wonder how long it took when he wrote it I could be as good as the best or as bad as the worst Son, no one's scared of your tec, it looks bad in your purse And what has, one plan, three eyes, two red Two arms, three legs, two heads in bed And everything's normal, 'bout twenty fingers and toes But his hands tend to grow win the crowd when he flows I'ma be the Pepsi, I'ma be the Jet Li And diss four, reject three, I'm the one, the next me I rise, don't act surprised, no match, no lies Cause the only stars I know is in disguise/da skies Nice fellas but stand for nothing, curse the force Sprite' jealous my image is nothing, the thirst is all My lines are like, "Damn he got too much time on his hands." I'm just squirrel trying to get mines, get off my branch [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] Oh no, I'm not here to shop tracks or mingle with folks I only came for the free beer and industry jokes A quick battle? No, you tough I can't fuck with you man With your screwface and flashlight up to your chin Release your CD, go 'head man it's bound to be tight Cars will have them on Mars and Saturn, sarcasm ain't right So you can leave now, someone's calling you, really far I'd sign you if I was your A&R that hated his job But first you see me strain in the game for five quarters Then you see me reigning/raining and laugh at your high waters Bone dry in the midst of the storm while I'm soaking you dudes The raindrops overly warn to wait till I move Ayo Then I'm gonna- nah chill, then I'd have to bill you If I told you anymore man then I'd have to kill you Cause you can't stop no one from getting to where they going But your flow stop growing like Webster and Gary Coleman [Scratch Hook]