that show IT is

Yo!
Get the **** off my **** and let me rip this ****!
I write raps,
And when ****** bite, i clap,
cos their **** sounds better now.
You done let me down,
I thought it would be ****, but instead,
Your ****s dead,
You gets fed
To the alligators lurking in the moat,
Peep what i wrote,
You bit so hard, i though your **** was a quote.
But still im taxing , axing the competition,
And any wack men, i stomp & dis em
Easily.
And you can feel the pressure, plus
When i bust mcsll be
Trampling eachother trying to exit ,
When i flex it,
The way i wreck **** is not unexpected.
****** just lose when i choose
The best crews of mcs,
And turn em into refugees.
I slaughter a lotta mcs that are the
?styles i compiles?, and cut em up like ?vows?.
Think to yourself i write the ****
So you can bite the ****,
And ill know, despite you get props.
[to da beat!]
****** get dropped.
Sample: thats how it was and thats how it is!
Enough with this wackness,
Enough is my ?check?,
Enough with these ************s biting das efx.
I come real when i show skill,
(hey, yo, saafir!) you macked on that ho ill,
And thats for real, my flow still
Is everlasting, **** ** forever blasting
Shots when cash gets hot.
Youre not fresh, so you hating when i be just
Ripping microphones without stating the obvious.
Now how much harder can it get?
****** try to flow, but they soundin like me
A year ago.
****, old, kaput, igot loot,
To the hos im cute, and so i always got boots.
Its me, so be free to feel the ?ivy swing?,
More ****** got my back than rodney king.
I feel tight, knowing that the **** i write
Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright.
And youll run and tell your man, 'yo, peep this twist,
Its real, try to practise.' but the mack is
Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound,
Im kickin **** to make mcs back down.
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads,
****** can be dead, i got em in line, like ?stimpy?.
Red light, slow that **** down, bring it to a halt.
Youre wack and its all your fault