| Lyrics: | Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like
Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I
don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut
I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin'
thoughts
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things
soar in that head
I feel assurin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
If
you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born
to be, MC history
Rhyming on time because that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your ass
feel
Other MC's, you are bound to fall
Cuz your real world is not a world at all
1 - Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy
slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke,
it's not 'bout
Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When you catch the
second wind, I'll break you in
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot
crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious
men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now
it's a scene
These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
These nigga |
