El P]
For all intents and purposes I ram pride
Resonate pussy rapper get the long
donkey cock
I keep telethon MC's clinging to Jerry's person
Motherfuckin Tourette's
syndrome MC's can't freestyle without
rehearsing
Crossed T's and dotted I's but
still caught a liquid shit surprise
Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real
eyes
Contact CoFlow shit equals El Bigg Jus distortion
Try to merk off on our pile
but you choked on my fuckin portion
You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like
cock or
gingivitis
When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe
writers
I don't mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person
Think
realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal
version
Then again if you
spit my name it only means you recognize my status
I flip the script use your little diss as
a promotional apparatus
I'll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real
but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal
When miscellaneous MC's
drop they spontaneous
bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious
When that
piece of shit Mother Time gets cut short in 1999
I'll be stress-free, knowin that while I
was on Earth I got mine
Say what..?
8 Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part
forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked
