Uncle    rippin the microphone    and blowin the stage apart.    These MC's ain't got no heart    they need to quit before they start.    Shakin and breakin 'em down    best at least    f***in 'em up up at least    smackin 'em in a pilek    now have a stomp and a smile G.    Raisin    replacin    like Jason    when I be chasin    these rappers    machetti style    choppin down    their petty style's bassin    All in my face    you got the mic    but I gotta getcha off it    you got my rhyme    now cough it    brother sweat the tip and forfeit.    You're nada    know nota    I'm hotter    You're a slow trotter.    Karate    switch the e into an a    and it's karata.    When I come on    I'm rippin it up    just like a madman.    I fly your head    chop off your legs    and make your head stand.    Tax and wreckin these chumps    all of them I rub out.    You know the time    what's on your mind    you know I never go out.    I be breakin bouts    ya boys    your block is full of bums see.    You never was too clever    stick the fork in you    you're done G.       The instrument'll rip    with the ultimate    of all the rappers.    Toe to toe    whenever I go    I guarantee    the flow will smack ya.    Pumpin ya full a lead    just like a 9    kickin it off in half the time    takin a break    and makin mine    you're way behind.    Ya needed a title    and all the uncle    made your title for ya    hopin    and prayin    and wishin    that I can't rap    but I rip all a yall    in half    look at me laugh    Ya hee-haw style    ya kick it    Mmmmm I see goodies    gimme the mic and hoodie    now I'll dick it.    Any    the every    the his    the hers    of those    of theirs    of them.    I see your title    around your neck    just swingin loose    I take your gem.    I'm takin it off you neck    with every line that I select    and rappin it up and cuttin    while I'm starin    with disrespect.    Bustin off    yeah    squeezin like a vice grip    blowin ya off the stage    into the crowd    so have a nice trip.       I'm takin control    I hold    the microphone is good as gold    fly so many heads    I built my twenty-fifth    totem pole.    Turnin it out    and gettin wrecked    is just a understatement.    How special to rap a flat    puttin his head    inside the pavement.    Burnin 'em up    just like a flame thrower    rippin 'em    with the cool flower.    Takin 'em out in pairs    like the man, Noah    Holdin 'em up    just like a trophy    for the world to see.    You really ain't superb    you see    you're goin out    like a girl to me.    Takin your little    boo-hoo baby    tear drop    cryin style    breakin it down    until there's dust    and I'ma vacuum up the pile.    Showin    and provin    and groovin    and makin a movie    on the mic.    slappin a Marlboro    in his mouth    just like    a dirty little tyke.    Master of the murderous    maniac    mad style    amazin man    mackin the mic    since I was just    a mere child.    Props and props    more props than Terminator 2    with pen and pad    I play to you    and on the cross-fader too.    Endlessly with energy    undefeatable lyrically    expandin my empire    you don't wanna test me.       Wizard of funkadelic    every album's like a relic    bite the line    chewin on mine    but ya never live to tell it.    Bustin it off quick    flippin the script    that's in the bushes    then walkin around the jam    I'm handin out pounds    and mushes.    You're makin a face    you wanna test my slick manuever?    Your best to rock a break beat    or somethin you can groove to.    Even if every rapper    in the world was makin jams    as soon as I set this off    their mic's are slidin    out their hands.    rockin the junky's world    with the release    of every single    back in the days    I told ya    I need a beat    to make ya jingle.    Overlord    droppin the sword    and choppin off the mic cord.    rappers are dead    all over the street    in every state I toured.    I'm dealin the truth    with living god    that's right before ya eyes.    And I'll be rollin    in hoods and sneakers    you can keep the suit and ties.    No sell out    bet ya uncle never dies.    Gimme that microphone    I'll rip it up    until sunrise