Andre Nickatina - Wack MC's lyrics
[Andre Nickatina - Wack MC's lyrics]
Reap the thoughts of a mastermind
Lyrical tech
Never knowing what mc will come next
Follow as i leave a trail of wack mcs
I was spitting this shit when
Run was wearing Lees
Microphone checks gettin waxed like a candle
Foul ass language gettin thrown like gavels
Ready with a verse
Come test me with a battle
You and your crew get slaughtered like cattle
Your tapes don't sell
They need some enhancing
It's all about the mic, bitch
Fuck break dancing
Andre Nickatina sayin, "Give me a scratch"
Money mother fucker we ain't that far
Back and it's the old school
Fuck you punk, cuz you still can't rap
Mcs rock, and mcs roll, but
Some turn green like fake ass gold
I hold, the mic like the hammer of Thor
Mc fakes comes and shakes a 4 o'er 5
Leave the scene dead or alive
As you running
Turn around i got the "f" in your eye
Super fly sneaker as i levitate a track
Hit the club with a bud, and give the dj wax
Then im masked, mcs come, and they subtract
The real ones we conversate
And chill like macs
I confess, i love to hear the weak confess
Instead of mc claim yous an mc vet
Fuck you punk, cuz you still can't rap
Tongue twister twirls tell her
Path through a twizzler
Sally sells snow sweet n low at the Sizzler
Kill em look at how they piece like a puzzle
Record store cemetaries graves
Without shovels, youre in trouble
Nigga do your skills pay the bill?
Trying to dub the killa whale
But sound like a seal
Niggas know my voice, blue pen ball point
Got you counting money
Got you smokin coke joints
Never cared about shit, but imma real mc
I lumnyah, fuck a bitch university
A professor
Mother fucker yeah you know it's me
It's 6am and im playing Ice T, in the morning
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh adidas squeaking 'cross
The bathroom floor
Lyrical tech
Never knowing what mc will come next
Follow as i leave a trail of wack mcs
I was spitting this shit when
Run was wearing Lees
Microphone checks gettin waxed like a candle
Foul ass language gettin thrown like gavels
Ready with a verse
Come test me with a battle
You and your crew get slaughtered like cattle
Your tapes don't sell
They need some enhancing
It's all about the mic, bitch
Fuck break dancing
Andre Nickatina sayin, "Give me a scratch"
Money mother fucker we ain't that far
Back and it's the old school
Fuck you punk, cuz you still can't rap
Mcs rock, and mcs roll, but
Some turn green like fake ass gold
I hold, the mic like the hammer of Thor
Mc fakes comes and shakes a 4 o'er 5
Leave the scene dead or alive
As you running
Turn around i got the "f" in your eye
Super fly sneaker as i levitate a track
Hit the club with a bud, and give the dj wax
Then im masked, mcs come, and they subtract
The real ones we conversate
And chill like macs
I confess, i love to hear the weak confess
Instead of mc claim yous an mc vet
Fuck you punk, cuz you still can't rap
Tongue twister twirls tell her
Path through a twizzler
Sally sells snow sweet n low at the Sizzler
Kill em look at how they piece like a puzzle
Record store cemetaries graves
Without shovels, youre in trouble
Nigga do your skills pay the bill?
Trying to dub the killa whale
But sound like a seal
Niggas know my voice, blue pen ball point
Got you counting money
Got you smokin coke joints
Never cared about shit, but imma real mc
I lumnyah, fuck a bitch university
A professor
Mother fucker yeah you know it's me
It's 6am and im playing Ice T, in the morning
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh adidas squeaking 'cross
The bathroom floor