* also on sway and king tech's "this or that"
[a.g.] it out now I work the angles like, off the cushion in the Electrifying a live socket Hit em all flavors, yup We to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar On like a killer, plus ready, to deliver gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it Critics dig my style cause I write different, no I just kick it, low-lifes, they get it I like the ice when I hold mics, everytime Got every dime, sayin nigga so nice, you know what? They so right, you get stuck, go twice Lit it up when I mics
Show mic precise, require That's no hassle, the master got more loops lassos Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive and windmills on concrete Covered by cardboard, seafloor to line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine That's right sometimes I get so I feel like d the best producer on the mic I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless Regular, average, mediocre, To all my dj's, with you got a lotta This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been The method in this game they'll you drained and strangles Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the
Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild Of energy, mentally fit to a century Like centuries, one double-zero to victories You kiddin me me? come that's not my history the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+? Lyrically you're skatin out of Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south It's so cold that mc's pneumonia I'm airborne, from l.a. to I rock heads from out the bronx the sure needle contact, now watch me launch Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin Picture me fumblin or the ball like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall
Well if a gets the best of me Ain't no use in and blaming the referee Fuck that, I strip the mic with d Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me! Line up the three, trifecta stroked Rocca, I the angles triple opticly The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly My g is god, what's your g for, This man of war beats on the seashore An deeo enough to take it to the sea Every single bangs like a c-4 We drop beats, why you asking what the for? The spitfire fighter entity I'm learning shockers like shockra energy While barbershops sipping henny like the I'm always independent, that's word to beni b guaranteed
Make and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot Naturally, me and my faculty play with this I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the She's sucking up to all the niggas with the and whips But alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent And it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the corwd move the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated Hotter than satan, the parole violations Xzibit work the angles, to dirty angels How the west was won: microphones and turntables