Suckaz Need Bodyguards

Mcs be fakin so now they get taken

Chorus:

Fake mcs, they always act hard

But wont walk the street without they bodyguard

I hate fake mcs, they always act hard

But wont walk the street without they bodyguard

Verse one:

Mcs I lay out like stiffs in the morgue

Praise the lord youre in awe when Im grippin the mic cord

Rhymes I rip with swift execution

One verse to coerce your girl to prostitution

The guru is now the brother you fear and

Beware when Im making hits with premier and

Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through

Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view

Niggaz been held back too long were coming up

In the streets we roll alone so watch me running up

Im summing up a mad posse of warriors

Night crusaders able to break down barriers

And bringing faces of death putting mcs to rest

Until theres no fake chumps left

Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce

My rhymes a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce

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Verse two:

Gangstarr boy and thats beyond your comprehension

Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension

To stop the killing wack mcs must die

Who am ? Im the substance thatll make your third eye cry

Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient

When I unleash my speech Ill have you punk rappers open

I wont expose your names and your identities

You know youre phoney get the fuck from in front of me

Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore

Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores

And I hope youre not the one that Im after

Since the days of adidas Ive been a true master

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Verse three:

Ive been around punk but yo I still feel young

A few of my crew members like to pack guns

Im high strung but dont mistake me when I smile

I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle

After the killing just like casper Im ghost

Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host

Toast without a gun youd be done

Throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one

Choose one metaphor and then choose another

Wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother

Although Im five foot eight they call me sargeant

Got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden

At madison square I shot a fair one

So many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldnt dare run

Mcs pay cash to ensure their safety

They know they cant take me; the g-a-n-g, you crazy?

I be on them like a message from god

Knowledge of self while fake mcs play hard

Chorus 4x

Outro (2x):

Fake mcs they always act hard

Im not a sucker so I dont need a bodyguard