Microphone Master Phat Kat

[Verse 1]
Yo... now dig it...
I bust flows to make you hoes quit rappin'
How many niggas in the crowd want to see it happen
People be acting like they got something to prove
Picking up the mic, talking all foul and rude
About who they shot and all the rocks they sold
It's a mystery to me how that bullshit went Gold
And all I hear's keep it real and represent
Nigga, fuck that shit, 'cause I'm never hesitant
I'm from the old school, '85 get live
Peace to the true and all the fake niggas die
You must be from Mars 'cause I guess you never heard
That I blaze crews like a fat bag of herb
Word to my ill peeps in the streets
Flows so rugged they fucking crack the concrete
So speak up now or forever hold your peace
The new millennium, that bullshit is 'bout to cease
Each and every one of you got a job to do
Gotta stay real and keep yo' shit true
If you want it, punk – you better bring your whole crew
Your shit stink like that damn doo-doo on your shoe
Microphone check, one two, one two
Breaker breaker one nine, Ronnie Cash coming through
With that ill flow, you better chill 'fore I crush you
Don't pack gats but I got niggas that'll bust you