"Now what you hear is not a test"
"Now what you hear is not a test"
"Now what you hear is not a test"
"Now what you hear is not a test"
[Verse 1]
Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some MCs have luck but suck
So I pluck 'em like feathers on the back of a chicken
'Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says, "sic 'em"
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
"Take a rest"
"If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest"
"If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest"
[Verse 2:]
Suckers they forced me to knock 'em all out and
They think they know things like what I'm about and
They try to analyze, criticize, scandalize
The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize
Realize that I'm not to be played with
I'll flip so fast you won't know I'm the same kid
I'm tired and fed with all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney that went out like Pro-Keds
You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks
It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
Bankin' my money, and investin' it wisely
Snatchin' up chumps when they try to sneak by me
I'm the dominant one, call me the prominent one
And as I'm speakin' I'll be bombin' the dumb
Deaf and blind 'cause I was born with a sharp mind
Eatin' MCs with ease like it's lunchtime
Or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
I'll bust that butt from nighttime 'til morning
Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring
Much points 'cause when it's time to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a .38 blowin' your head off
And that's just in case you might be wearin' a vest
'Cause you're simply a pest in this mess, I suggest you
"Now what you hear is not a test"
"Now what you hear is not a test"
"Now what you hear is not a test"
[Verse 1]
Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some MCs have luck but suck
So I pluck 'em like feathers on the back of a chicken
'Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says, "sic 'em"
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
"Take a rest"
"If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest"
"If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest"
[Verse 2:]
Suckers they forced me to knock 'em all out and
They think they know things like what I'm about and
They try to analyze, criticize, scandalize
The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize
Realize that I'm not to be played with
I'll flip so fast you won't know I'm the same kid
I'm tired and fed with all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney that went out like Pro-Keds
You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks
It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
Bankin' my money, and investin' it wisely
Snatchin' up chumps when they try to sneak by me
I'm the dominant one, call me the prominent one
And as I'm speakin' I'll be bombin' the dumb
Deaf and blind 'cause I was born with a sharp mind
Eatin' MCs with ease like it's lunchtime
Or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
I'll bust that butt from nighttime 'til morning
Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring
Much points 'cause when it's time to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a .38 blowin' your head off
And that's just in case you might be wearin' a vest
'Cause you're simply a pest in this mess, I suggest you
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