Off The Record

Whether outdoors or indoors the crowd will endorse

My show and end yours, that's natural loss

I get crazy applause, they Buju like Banton

I chant down Babylon, it's the countdown.

We're livin' in the last couple of days

That's why I never kick wack rhymes, 'cause ain't no time to waste

No time to fake, no time to chase the papes

Time to get it straight in nineteen ninety hate

That's the number and the mindstate

The only way you fuckin' with my style is if it's rape

But I got the mase and the pepper spray in my purse

After the battle one of us leavin' the hurse

I don't care if it's me, but it's probably gonna be you though

But I'm chillin' like Blue Note's played on pluto

I won't get mad, if you say, you took out Promoe

I'd just relax, sit back and watch ya nose grow

Suckas step up

You wanna battle

Don't even try it

Yo, my style's off the record, but don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record

Cause than it's off the record - Suckas!

If I cross you out or diss you in a rhyme

Take it as a compliment: I think you worth the ink and the time

Who me, Promoe, with the messed up hair

Don't mess with me though, cause I bust rhymes in pairs

And fuck with dead emcees like necrophiliacs

But I can't dig 'em, they actin' like maniacs

Thinkin' that the Promoe could ever get beaten

That's like a Danish guy gettin' drunk in Sweden

Not very likely, cause when I step on stages

I get props from smoke spots to internet homepages

See my show as a sermon on the mouth

Givin' MSs god's word and what it's all about

It's about this I'm in crisp on the mic

To me all ya other clicks sound alike

So fuck you, plus your weak producer

Don't face you, you better face Medusa

I'll turn your weak flesh into solid stone

Simply because I rock on the microphone

And it don't stop, it goes on and on

Like havin' sex with Erykah Badu till the early morn'

Check it out, it don't stop

I keep on, 'till the neighbours call the cops

Cause my style's off the record, but don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record

Cause than it's off the record - Technic

You wanna battl

Suckas step up

Don't even try it

MCs talk a lot of shit, I make 'em eat every word of it

I'm from the Looptroop crew, I bet you heard of it

And still you wanna face me - not even the man in the mirror can

Who you? A Swedish kid tryin' to be American

Couldn't take me out if I was the track

You wanna battle then you better bring some caps

Cause I'm takin' all your stash even when I'm drinkin' back

In the soundclash on yo' ass like a rash

Really rational lyrics, spit like ammo

from the lips of p-r-o-m-o

The mindstate scientists ain't figured yet

Your style compared to mine is niggarettes to cigarettes

You illiterate, I'm educated

The university of hip hop you never graduated

I heard some decent MCs rhyme from the top of they' heads

But I rhyme from the bottom of my heart, 'nuff said

Suckas step up

You wanna battle

Don't even try it

My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record, but don't turn off