’92 Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle lyrics

[Big L]
Word, check it out check it out check it out
Bust it
MC's get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-ssession
Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice, no question
It's a fact I stay geared, it shouldn't be weird
That I'm feared 'cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard
I cook rappers like a chef
I'm Def like Jef, right to left
My raps are badder than morning breath
For n*ggas' deaths, I'm the number one suspect
'Cause I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset
Suckers, I'm a stiggedystar
Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man
That be rippin' the microphones apart
I hold the forty right because I'm the naughty type
When I strike the mic, n*ggas be like "Shorty hype"
I'm smoother than Velvet, my lyrics is well writ'
You saying L's this and L's that, get off L's di*k
Rhymes I create'll knock out ya gold tooth
Battling me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays, rappers think they motherf*ckin' schoolteachers
One-two, one-two, rappers I run through
f*ck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu
The Big L is an assassinator
I grab the Mag and leave a fag leakin' like activator
I'm the n*gga that you never even thought of beatin'
Black white or Puerto Rican
I'm gonna slaughter each and...
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up
Peace