The People's Choice

It's not what you say

It's how you say it

Give me a microphone

On stage, I'll display it

Playing me right and you'll get played out

Like Polka dots and people will shout

Dirty words cause you're a nerd

I'm first, you're third

It's absurd to think that you heard

Better rhymes than these

I'm bringing sucker MC's, down to their knees

Tease your thoughts like a feather to atoe

Although the beat seems slow

My groove will still flow

My rhymes are soulful art

That makes your heart dance

Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance

Everytime I rhyme I find the audience is

Mine, caught by every line

Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice

POSSE: "Why do they love you man?"

I'm the people's choice

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I wanna thank you for lettin' me

Be myself

I wanna thank you, uh

Thank you baby

I wanna thank you for lettin' me

Be myself

I wanna thank you, uh

Thank you baby

Let's swing it

Step aside or you'll get stepped on

Cause I'm steppin' real hard an my rhymes

are real strong

Just like Atilla, an MC killer

A crowd thriller, no once chiller than the man

With the mic in his hand, I"m a trip

All the girls on my tip

Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip

Of my 9-millimeter, GLOCK at my hip

fifteen shells all over the place

They would chase, if it wouldn't disgrace

The date that they came with

Cause that would be a dis

Tsk, tsk, they don't know what they missed

A chance to dance with the man with

The golden voice

POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?"

I'm the people's choice

CHORUS

Sucker MC's - I scare 'em

Girlies - I gotta love 'em

Rhymes - comin' out of my ears

the competition - in tears

Slick dance moves - by the dozens

Battles - please step up 'cause I love 'em

Settin' up suckers like pins on a bowling ball

And you're gonna fall

You won't hit, it's a bottomless pit

Of rhymes, comin' straight from the mind

Of a genius, and I can't be modest

When I make a threat, you bet I keep it

Like a promise, so

Shake like a leaf when you see me comin'

Frankly, you're better off runnin', fast

And don't look back, wack

Go take a nap, get off that crack, jack

Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice

POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?"

I'm the people's choice

CHORUS