I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set   I'm about as bad as you can get   Comin' from bed-stuy, that's where they do or die   Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my   It's not a fairy tale, a myth, it's a musical uplift   And I'm the wrong one to mess with   I roll on rappers like a cherokee, bake 'em up merrily   Just like the cooks at sara lee   Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face   And place a neck brace, about-face   And get to steppin', because my lethal weapon   Is blowin' too fast, while you're slow as catherine hepburn   What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor   But it still wouldn't save ya   So to the rear, step off and let the man flex   'cause I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex   I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan   And cee'll cut the recored up like edward scissorhands   Rock the soul shack, I can't hold back   Four years standin' and I still got the knack   'cause I remember when I first did it   The comments that were goin' around from the next critic   Like "yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold? "   And now my black ass is still here like billy joel   One hip-hopper that don't have to sound proper   My broken english you can still distinguish   And I don't have no image or no gimmicks   And I don't have no bounds or no limits   The kane'll keep goin', and growin', and flowin'   And showin' any mc, I got the best finesse to manifest   'cause I pull cards like some type of retard   Hittin' mcs hard, and any other rass claaad   I'm the predator to any competitor   Scorchin' and damagin' and stompin' et cetera   And any mc that tries to test me   I'm swellin' up his jaws mor than dizzy gillespie   Crushin' all dreams you thought were possible   I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital   I couldn't count the rappes I be servin'   If defeat was sex, huh, I'd be a virgin   My match ain't been found, movin' around, breakin' 'em down   Where the ground, never the clown, how that sound?    Don't get gassed, 'cause boy you won't last   So take your crippled rhymes and put 'em in a cast   You're too pathetic, bring in a paramedic   To heal your sick rhymes, 'cause man, you ain't poetic   You're just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a   Mc that's wack, ya little bogger   And stand clear of the mic that I'm rippin'   As i'm......? ? ?    And get your jury and a good defendant   'cause I'm servin' a death sentence...