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• Artiste: Big L
• Titre: Live @ Rock N Will '92
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A-yo, I got the gift of gab to lift and grab The mic and recite hype rhymes that'll rip and rag And drag a fag MC, who likes to nag a lot and brag a lot Talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot Step to this and get lit like a candle, troop Rhymes I hook up, MC's I cook up like Campbell's Soup I throw rhymes like a quarterback Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed Bum rushed, and all of that Rhymes never sound whack 'cause I got 'em down pat Your rulin' time is over, so gimme your crown, jack I get hype fast, and MC's might last A minute with me, because their rhymes are light as a feather And mines are heavy like a big brick Rappers catch a fit quick when I start to kick shit And I record my battles on a camcorder So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter MC's that tried to get wit' me hops That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box The crown is still mine 'cause I kick ill rhymes A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time Or beat eggs or whip cream I'm smoother than Vaseline And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool 'Cause I'm the principal of the new school Yeah, aight, check it out I control the microphone like a robot My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot 'Cause wit' a pen and some paper, this man makes Rhymes that're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball I'm rough like a brick wall, MC's take a big fall For tryin' to get wit' this, I'm too swift wit' this A microphone murderer full with magnificence A def rapper, and also a swell one In a battle, I cook MC's well done My hits are consecutive I'm a lyrical executive Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live So to be safe on the microphone, homes Recite your own poems, or get your dome flown Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher throws a curve ball And I'ma serve all punks that try to brawl So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze, hops Or I'm a heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top Stuffin', I'm bum rushin', shorts I'm takin' none My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin', son You're the one who's fakin', tryin' to be a duplicate Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit Rappin', start snappin', 'cause all you is a joke Battle L and get smoked Yo, I overthrow ya, and have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster Guzzle you down like a small cup o' Coca-Cola I'm goin' through MC's like a ransack Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak Your rhymes are rusty, G, you can't fuck with me That's why you're hidin' in protective custody L's not the one and I keep MC's runnin' I hurt 'em like bunions, make 'em cry like onions I'm a lyrical fighter and I'm brighter than Einstein Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook Hit with a vital hook and get your title took