Live @ the Dugout 87 lyrics

[Verse 1: Pos]
Making cash steady's on everybody's mind
DJ's spinning on songs now declined
Rap is fast, but rap ain't cool
Hot enough to burn, yet I roll with a firm
That'll put that fire out, lower your temp
Smack you with a banana, little chimp
I'm known to run laps around your BMI and ASCAP
Put me on a tour bus, cover whole map
Leave my organs intact when I die
But please donate every rhyme that I've fried and baked
To them no skill rappers on the make
Who say the same sh*t, come in the same fit
And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild
Most call me Wonder Why for years
Got Hip Hop like quarts of blood
That's the life flow to the very first
Everybody say Ho! for your ears

[Verse 2: Dave]
Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)
Rock a bald spot cause the God's so stressed
Brand new shoes (shoes) a brand new name (name)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle duck down!
B-boy stance I got the buckle on my belt
East coast repping with the buckle on they belt
Forty-deuce flicks we had them f*ckers on our belt
I'mma stay b-boy 'til this whole sh*t buckle
Rock 'n' roll, round here we Rock Steady
EMC's need to be MC's
Lyrically inclined does not mean jack
If you cannot comprehend that old boom bap
That backyard scrap, like BVD's
Tale Lords Devils and pinstripe Lees
That ba diddy ba bullsh*t on hold
Now it's SoundScan spins, and who went Gold!
f*ck all they want platinum
But how's that good when you lyrically wood?