Wack MC’s lyrics

Reap the thoughts of a mastermind, lyrical tech
Never knowing what mc will come next
Follow as i leave a trail of wack mcs
I was spitting this sh*t when Run was wearing Lees
Microphone checks gettin waxed like a candle
Foul ass language gettin thrown like gavels
Ready with a verse, come test me with a battle
You and your crew get slaughtered like cattle
Your tapes don't sell, they need some enhancing
It's all about the mic, b*tch, f*ck break dancing
Andre Nickatina sayin, "Give me a scratch."
Money mother f*cker we ain't that far back and it's the old school

f*ck you punk(x3), cuz you still can't rap(x2)

Mcs rock, and mcs roll, but
Some turn green like fake ass gold
I hold, the mic like the hammer of Thor
Mc fakes comes and shakes a 4 o'er 5
Leave the scene dead or alive
As you running, turn around i got the "f" in your eye.(?)
Super fly sneaker as i levitate a track
Hit the club with a bud, and give the dj wax
Then im masked, mcs come, and they subtract
The real ones we conversate and chill like macs
I confess, i love to hear the weak confess
Instead of mc claim yous an mc vet
f*ck you punk(x3), cuz you still can't rap(x2)

Tongue twister twirls tell her path through a twizzler
Sally sells snow sweet n low at the Sizzler
Kill em
Look at how they piece like a puzzle
Record store cemetaries graves without shovels, youre in trouble
n*gga do your skills pay the bill?
Trying to dub the killa whale, but sound like a seal
n*ggas know my voice, blue pen ball point
Got you counting money, got you smokin coke joints
Never cared about sh*t, but imma real mc
I lumnyah(?), f*ck a b*tch university
A professor, mother f*cker yeah you know it's me
It's 6am and im playing Ice T, in the morning

6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh adidas squeaking 'cross the bathroom floor