Mystikal, Leroy "Precise" Edwards - Beware lyrics

(Mystikal saying "Beware" played backwards)

BEWARE!
The man with the braids done walked in
Mild mannered like Clark Kent
I'm rougher and tougher than dead shark skin
This man gonna be have you flippin'
Like the blades of a propeller
Evil like Cruella
Five years later I'ma still be
Hard as a armadillo
Roll like a eighteen wheeler
Shinin' like the slipper of Cinderella
And bad weather and a capella
This fella top seller
Gon' be that way til' I'm old as Mandela
Still gettin' better
Writin' rhymes under pressure
I'm the aggressor, I'm the professor
I'm the nigga that keep his
Picture on your girlfriend's dresser
Now really tell me what you muthafuckas
Know about gettin' rowdy
Turn your whole Sunday day cloudy
Bitch, I been 'bout it
Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH
Bow, Grasshopper bow, to the man

I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better
Letter for letter
Swift as a jet or keep up with the pacesetter
Sparkle like glitter, hard-hitter
Hoe go-getter side-stepping from no nigga
Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get
Too big for your britches
Leavin' you stitches diggin' in ditches
Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises
Welts don't fuck with the rhymin' black belt
Watch yaself boom! Here I go!
Boom! Boom! I know
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the
Man with two tongues
Cuz that's the way I flow
Cuz I can get hot like fire
And you can't put it out
It's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire
For instance, persistance
No resistance, stay your distance
Is vital to your existance
You leave it to me to show you the way out
I'm never gonna play ya
I'll take your old lady
Even if I took my braids out

And I'm uh, ready
And it looks like all you bitches are rusty
Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me
Hit'cha, so much muthafuckin' we gone
Leave this bitch musty
You disgust me, trust me
When Mystikal hit's the door
You bitches be screamin' to touch me
I'm the invisible man you can't see me
I'm like an illusion and confusion
I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions
From the bruises
Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style
That them bitches want
Five-foot-eleven, screamin' and yellin'
I say fuck, shit, got damn
Bitch respect me like a reverend, and
Congregation say "Amen" (Amen)
I come through this muthafucka
Swingin' like a caveman
And just when you thought it was safe
To go back in the water
(Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
Up jumps the shit-starter from the rafters
The mornin' after
Since you won't bow to the man
Bow to the master!