On The Mic

(Chorus)

Now we came with good rhymes and grooves that don't quit

When you can't, if you can't, handle it

Every word that we spit is type scandalous

Strong holdin's on the mic, now do it

(Now do it, do it, do it, do it)

And, shanana

And,

(Breez Evahflowin!)

And, shanana

They talkin jive like the label

My unstable elements smack relevence to fabels

Able bodied cross breed of elephant and cable

Unforgetable shows - I'm fed up with those

who should've been home instead of recitin' them triflin' flows

the hype and the ho's

I'm wipin' ya ass with my toes

What type of the flows you got that make you hot

if that's pop

breez had better be a bastard

a master to perfection

spittin' acid in ya section like alien ressurection

Reflectin' rhymes eternal like Kweli or a mirror

Battle - anytime, anyplace, any era

where a mic is, strike with vocal blows to overload ya frontal lobe

you front you fold styles olde-r than english

in this, I got more back than dorsal fins

I force a win over decision

rock cuts with surgical precision

allergic to the competition

so when you come I come at-you!

bless me but dont ask me who the best be

(Chorus)

Course Mama made me, and you get burnt down like Branch Davidians

Poison's comittee is gettin' claps like Chlamydia

Stage shows, we amaze bros, who always say "Those

Young cats don't do jack," but everybody say "HO!"

We pray, though, Stronghold rap flows the hottest

Stronghold, what, catchin' an L!?!, we Globetrotters!

My joints, projected, your chick's claimin' baby father

I look like Dada? Nada, volcanic flow with lava

Uninteresting jockin', cockblock these riders

We run the picture, she talked it for years, aint got jack from their papa

A poet like that? Who needs them plaques

Saving these tracks behind my back, and this pen be on your track

I'm pro black, got no cash you should know that

Oh, yeah, I was talkin' to The LOX, they said want their dough back

Go back, get the bozack

Don't know much, just like Fudge, they record us then report us

No tour bus, I aint slow-bo, photo, February 9, step on out the photo

I blow those

Out of proportion so I can get chicks to twist like contortion

"Can I borrow some dough?" face gets distortion

Poison Rhymer's an author, I feel like Dr. Seuss

With a Bubblegoose, and a little more juice

(Chorus)

Because of my freestyle, I have no time practice

I'm hangin' emcees upside down and backwards

Thought the fact is, I'm on point, like a cactus

fuck emcees, I eat planets, like Galactus

I meditate, battle galaxies, verbalate

This is all I could catch, for the most part, I have to go, but I wanna send

this to you instead of just erasing. If you could, please correct any

mistakes and add the rest if you can, Breez doesn't have any of his lyrics

on here yet, and as a strong underground head and Blaze battle champion, I

think he deserves it.