not* 100% sure this is the mc's name [chorus]
We
got them sledge, (, )? ruff heads (check the flow) King
tee's on the set (check the flow) When
niggaz try to get high-tech (check the flow) The
dialect's on the flex [sledge]
Watch
this when, I shine I bring rain Clouds
bust, storms yo, this, ain't the norm When
I perform I, get you up out your seat Get
down with the real deal skills then, chill Then
show your ass how to get amped then, lamp Stretch
flex, then, tackle what's next Cause
mc's that, luck up need, to hush up Who
can't brush up on, their rap style shut, the fuck up Then
duck from the one that gets buck-wild I
chop your ass in half with, a smile Big
grin all, teeth for, those who got beef Fuckin
with me ock you're, six feet deep Down
in the ground alone, with no sound While
I'm up here chillin top, billin And
illin on, all those who, oppose I
wanna take one more shot strike, a pose uhh, [chorus]!
[king
tee] Smash
here, comes the one that talks trash To
garbage mc's who, try to diss me And
my crew - the I'll ville animal cannibal Backbreakers
government, amputators Bounce
to this if you think you know the hits And
all you gassed-up critics put, the brakes on the shit Cause
I'm tired of this and, I'm tired of that Motherfuckers
sayin king tee's shit was wack But
in fact my, rhymes crack backs and make money stacks By
the truckload now, let's go for the gold So
strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go And
get down to, the sound that burns quick Cause
I'm about to burn rubber on, this number And
any mc who claims his style is legit Suckers
wanna try me (I? know not why tee) I
light that ass up like the 4th of july g uhh, [chorus]!
[t]
check the flow check, the flow check, the flow yo [s]
check the flow check, the flow check, the flow yo [t]
check the flow check, the flow check, the flow yo [s]
check the flow check, the flow check, the flow [sledge]
Capital
s-l crooked, letter humpback fuck that Thump
that shit, that's never wack Cause
this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin To
hear the shit I'm bustin over ruptured percussion It
ain't my fault that I'm layin niggaz down like asphault And
blow your ass away like chalk dust, Then
crush your monkey-ass unto the side Cause
wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide [king
tee] I
stress facts like irs wants tax From
anyone claimin that they're livin kind, of fat You
see I, could get sick in the thick of shit I
turn my toes up when, it goes up my, foe's butt Hey
nigga back-steps even, you can get hit I'm
more crankier than a bitch on the shit Niggaz!
get heated cause they just got defeated By
the two man team the, sledge and the king uhh, [chorus]!
