Okay budddy – start playin
Hush-hush pooh-putts, I lay ya like sheet rock
He thought hed rock me, what a peacock
You ? creampuff cornpie
Id get a million for my rhymes if I took em to a pawnshop
A musical menace, in awareness I make slammin hits
I got flavor more than a banana split
Prepare yourself for a hip-hop, a knock, a blast
A hitman for hire by the name of Lak Shabazz
I elevate till I raise the roof
Girls get naked and give me their bathing suits
Like a magnet I cling to the mic, I dont swing a knife
Im like GE, I bring good things to life
One of the chosen few holding you under siege
Wanna bleed, I treat you like weed and a fonto leaf
Roll ya, smoke ya, you should hold ya breath
I see smoke comin out your ears from the notes of def
It aint nothin like ? listenin to a serious saxophone
That cracks the dome open wide
To a smooth sound, whos bound to do now
Not too many, I see a lot of them go and hide
The subject is that I must get
Hype, this is a chain, a connnection of ruffnecks
Youre weak and not wise, you move counterclock-wise
You should know that I swap flies
The microphone gets clutched like a turning kit
Gimme a scratch, watch me burn a bit
Yo, I hold information like a microchip
Im rough and rugged, I might as well go head and flip
Into a lyrical round-off
All I hear in my ear is that they love the way it sounds off
The way I beat on a rap was quite brutal
I make em completely ineffective, futile
Rhymes I could rock, Im in a good spot
I turn sell out crowds and pack em in like Woodstock
Been a long time since you heard a rhyme like mine
Youre impatiently waiting for the punchline
But it wont come till Im done, so beware, son
My vocals are deadly, most get scared and run
For reinforcements, Ill enforce this
Law of how to get raw, watch my force rip
Take a sip, the beatsll hit you
Heres a chance to dance, now may the force be with you
Rhymes ? like kerosine
You ride my saddle, you wanna battle, you get creamed
You better quit I dont think you can deal with
I was made mentally, physically fit
To take heads, cold rip to shreads
Call on the coastguard, I rip the feds
45 King is in the effect mood
Hell produce and get loose with a correct groove
You need to back off, you cant hang with us
Were not dope, were more like angel dust
The earth is mine, every square mile of it
You miss the flavor, got piles of it
I drew my path for those that follow it
My impact is like that of a hollow tip
Ill arrange the style, dont change the dial
Im refined with the rhyme thatll make you smile
Cee Just remain serious, no time to play
Stay still, nobody move, watch him display
Talents and techniques as I speak, the weak
Freak cause Im sleak and unique
Horns are horny, the snare drum makes some retreat
Cee Just on the cut and the Kings on the beat
My voice is choice from baritone to bassclef
And these are the notes of def