Chorus Line Pt. 2

Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit

I got the mic in my hand and well equipped

Usin my style for a firm set of action

MC's beware, the club windows I'm bashin

Throwin rhymes and bombs and some cocktails

You better move quick, but not slow snails

I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy

Why? Cause I'm the great grandfather

MC in motion, G as in go left

Rhymin on off-beat, the X is so death-defyin

Super scrubs keep tryin

You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion

I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom

And look at birds and bees that come sting them

Time after time, rhyme after rhyme

Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a dime

A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill

How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill

You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball

No matter how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall

straight on your brain, the X'll drop rocks

Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox

Standin still and stiff like a mannequin

Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin

I'm dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color

You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother

father, son, your pissy little cousin

Suckers are crabs, I grab em all by the dozen

You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on

You're not scarin the X, yo bring the wack on

I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10

while my DJ go wild, do a backspin

Kick em down, one two, flights of four stairs

This ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers

I'm just a convict, skippin the prison line

Yo, I'm on the chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] Flipmaster, bust your rhyme

Yeah.. my funkiest deep down from the underground

down in the Bronx, this is the FUNK

[Ced Gee]

Yo melody change up, grip on the beat right

I come correct hit hard like a fist fight

I thank God for pavin the ways

for writin these dope rhymes, and rappers I slaid

I'm kickin the rhymegram, as dope as I can and

to make you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam

To crush a punk and make em beg for mercy

Because he's nothin, he can't touch me

The metaphor master, has to blast ya faster

You wanna step in my way, then I'll smash ya

You see you're a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro

You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel

So step if you really feel cocky

and I'll flip and bash your skull like Rocky

Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your gameplan

You played out son like Dudley Captain Caveman

Set you down, explain you can't go far

You rhyme kinda country like some shit out of Hee-Haw

Ced Gee and I'm flexin my wrath

Takin rappers by one, cold BUSTIN that ass

So now you know exactly what's the time

I'm cold illin on the new chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[C.Gee] Yo Tim Dog, bust your rhyme

Yo, man it's the man himself

The motherfuckin illegal alien one

Yo comin up next is Tim Dog

Yo Dog, eat them motherfuckers

[Tim Dog]

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh, comin at cha

with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff catch ya

Get fat, get slow, get high, get LOW

but you still can't BLOW

Rhythm is smashin whippin ass is a passion

Suckers that keep clashin break em like glass and

{*crashing glass*} you just shatterin

Fuck with Tim Dog, well you know you're not badder than

I'm rich and thick, you're "cup of noodles"

My rhymes are hardcore when you're rubber like doo doo

Step back, ease back and just listen

I'm dissin, all suckers that keep wishin

Rhyme and rhyme, with the rhyme, bring another rhyme

Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme

Steppin to the A.M., steppin to the P.M.

Steppin to the bus while I'm ridin in the B.M.

*vrrroom vrrroom* You see me jettin right by

with the fly latin girl in my ride

You gettin jealous? You shouldn't be jealous

Let me ask the fellas - hey fellas

why is he jealous, jockin me and my fly ride?

You really really really wanna get inside

You wanna riff but I got the gift that come swift

and ain't got time for that BULLSHIT

Pulsate devestate and innovate

Suckers that think they're great I just mutilate

Tim Dog, comin back with the rhyme

Fuckin up shit on the chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] It's a chorus line

[Ultra] It's a chorus line!

[Tim D] T.R., yeah, bust your rhyme!

I think the track is very complicated

I don't know, any place that will accept the track like this

We can't deal with that stuff, it's too tight

[T.R. Love]

Back again, comin off on a hype track

The man is back again, cause it's like that

BLACK, matter of fact, in death react

combat, motherfuckers don't want that

style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style

Freestyle, so buckwild

I got the style you want to hear

Who's next? You better fear

T.R., the super S-T-A-R, like a Czar

In control, by far

Cruisin, like a Benz or a Jaguar

Boss your Audi, like John Gotti

So like my man whose name is..

Make a move? I'll make you famous

And if you choose to step to this, you get next to this?

Remember the Exorcist

I wrap rappers like my man named bolo

Take out a city, like Chernobyl

I'm greatly underrated, highly elevated

To serve and destroy, is how I demonstrate it

To keep grooves and move to soothe and prove

fans and guests performers I amuse

To teach and reach, anyone or anybody

A fan will grab my hand and wants to join the party

I got skills and style for each and every time..

.. on the chorus line!