The Nothing

(*horn scratching beat intro*)

(Verse 1)

A lot of these MCs tend to freeze

When someone mentions kicking frees

Talking 'bout he's kicking a freestyle

He must be senile

Forgot that he wrote that track last night

That's right

If me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fight

Ate him up down to the last bite, with maple syrup

You're up next

After you I'll drink a Beck's

Contact another L, listen to raising hell

Run these MCs back to the lab

When I stab tracks I slash backs

Max like simay

Bring your ass to the battle, see what happens

Give me a beat to rip on, and Mr.Lif will catch frames like a dip-on

Snapshot when my rap drops from my track

Rocks and jams your lap-top

Cause your disk drive can't get this lad

This guy willing to diss guys in the right of disguise

This is what wack niggas despise

(soft voice)

I hear what you're saying,

But what is it exactly that you're doing

(Verse 2)

I go back to the future like jiggawatts

Come back to present time, they say this nigga rocks

This jam probably shocks blocks

And throws djs in the beat craze

Yes ladies and gentlemen real hip-hop is back

The gotta rip tracks, smack the wack until the stage crack

Get off the stage black, you're of lesser caliber

I battles stars like galactica

So if you're fucked, get up I'm coming after you

After you see me you'll probably flee

That's no use, cause I rock rhymes and stop signs

Jam up your block lines

In text with mic checks

Chop MCs necks then say next

Every concept is a bomb threat

Feared by the pentagon, wear a center-bomb in a black box

So the black shots

Now they want the guard with the black rocks

Cause the fight against crack-rocks, and give back glocks

To suffering ghetto tenants who got out of detox

And bleedox that report for slave ships and beat the shit out of those that

wave whips

Have you heard of Mr. Lif, word is flav flips

(*horn scratching beat heard at beginning*)

(Verse 3)

Any MC on my shitlist gets ripped with the quickness

All those in favor say 'I like witness'

I'm about to get physical like fitness

You paper like litmus, you'll get busts

Now increase my implant, I've been amped

I've been champ cause I'm quite tight

Mr. Lif is old school like Light Bright

Scaring nigga like fright night

We might fight cause you might bite

Try to walk my tight rope and I might scope

MCs that think they're quite dope but can't quite cope

With a style that's sinsicular to sickle your throat

Quote for quote, note for note there's no hope

Now carry that back to your crew and ask them what they wanna do

Probably nothing

If they said they wanna see me, they're probably bluffing

Probably only tough in the bathroom mirror

Rhyming over r and b tracks

But I still bump, ease back like it was brand new

That's while all my shit stick like bamboo

Ain't no situation I can't handle

When it comes to you and your mic getting mangled

I take some time out to take your rhyme out

And if I can't be there myself

I'll create a genetic replica to step you

(*horn scratching beat heard at beginning*)

(*scratching of the word "Hey" during beat outro*)