Letras
Take 50 MC's all at the same time
Line 'em all up, put me on the other side
Let's bang, see who remain after we collide
That's rap, got hamburger beef with fries
So diverse, I curse the bubblegum rapper
Turnin my culture into laughter
Nah homeboy, I'm a champ, see it swingin from the rafter
So I make it harder for those that go after
On a quiet storm, this art at it's highest form
Mama threw the crown on the day I was born
I'm a lion, you just lyin, go against the giant
My music is a science, not shit that we tryin
I'm flyin, you stranded on the runway
So underground, they built the booth in the motherfuckin subway
Shell toe Adidas for Run and D and 'em
Sucka MC's I find and ether them
The fourth generation that A is speakin to
Since Peanut Chews, Gazelles and Adidas suits
To Timberlands, Airs and Montclair's
It don't matter with A, when I speak they all ears
If you disagree and wanna make it real
A.G.D.I.T.C. at Gmail
Been ill since Sally sold sea shells
Down by the seashore, how much wood could a woodchuck?
Made a small list of all the berries I would fuck
My drive so impressive I lift my hood up
Impregnate the track with my lingo
Made Tony Touch the Godfather, baptized the single
Y'all cats can forget it, I'm about to set it
Somebody bout to get deaded, you better call a medic
If you standin 'round oblivious
It's somethin serious bout to happen to you, dog I'ma let it
I be the author that wrote the book, you read it
I be the cash in hand, my man, not credit
My energy kinetic, and if you got money to spend
And this here is my year, you can bet it
I take a dip in the pool and don't need a towel
I can spell Mississippi and don't need a vowel
I can hug a grizzly bear smellin like a bucket of trout
And no doubt he won't even growl
I be the best in the nation, make a notation
No song in rotation, full of confrontation