Featuring brother marquis tony rock
Verse 1: jt money
Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro yand'donand't know?
I know youand're sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttinand' you to bed
But not jt money iand'm somethinand' like a sudafed
I give relief thatand's far from lousy
And get the job done without gettinand' you drowsy
Since iand'm from the bottom the other rappers tried dissinand'
But in the end, my ass theyand'll be kissinand'
I must state how stupid remarks
Can cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makinand' people think that a giant king
Couldnand't come from the bottom and'cause of second string
But iand'ma make history as i get hype
Drop a science thatand'll damage that stereotype
Ask for drama, and'cause iand'ma, bout to set off
A poisonous freestyle, instead of
The average, ordinary everyday thing
Iand'm outstandinand', leavinand' rappers out standinand' in the rain
Poison like venom, gettinand' in and'em, then i conquer
When iand'm finished rockinand' youand're jockinand' for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should i say demo, the mass that reaches
You better take a bufferinand' with sufferinand' from
The wrath of the style that canand't be outdone
Itand's like that yand'all, and'cause iand'm the ultimate
Yo, tony rock, take the stand and'cause iand'm about to sit!
Verse 2: tony rock
Mcand's up north, and niggas like spike take shorts
Thinkinand' that the only rappers live in new york
Dick-heads like you, they donand't know the deal
Sayinand' if itand's not from up there, it canand't be real
But since youand're ignorant and stupid at best,
Iand'll have to break this down from the simplest
See tony rock make a microphone check
Now see him on stage breakinand' a sucka niggaand's neck
Yand'all takinand' rap back? get off of that cake!
The only thing you might be able to take is this dick
Sayinand' weak-ass rhymes on records and video
Grabbinand' on the dick and start cursinand', and even though
You front to be hard while the cameras start shootinand'
Knowinand' goody-damn well that you as soft as a fig newton
If we was cars, iand'd be a porsche and you, a nova
On card games, youand're pitty-pat and iand'm poker
I grab the microphone and'cause i canand't wait to smoke a,
Sucka like you, you no-rhyminand' joker
Steppinand' on stage, and goinand' into fits
Workinand' up a sweat, but you ainand't rockinand' shit
Sayinand' weak-ass rhymes, tryinand' your best to work the fans up
Why donand't you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up?
Just because youand're from up there, you ainand't got it like that
Boy, you could be killed, and you donand't want that
Iand'm sayinand' rhymes on a funky-ass cut
Marquis, go for yours, because i got my nut!
Verse 3: brother marquis
I treat rappers like hoes, roll and'em like vogues
Count and'em and fold and'em and stuff and stack and'em like bank-rolls
Iand'm never on the runninand', mcand's confronted
Always in my face, wantinand' to start somethinand'
I canand't keep silent and'cause iand'm lyrically violent
Step to me, boy, step off, donand't even try it
I giddy up and go, so smooth when i flow
I make suckas get goinand' like a 5.0
Ya see, iand'll massacre, sit back and laught at ya,
And when youand're finished, then iand'll embarrass ya
Iand'm the aggressor, the professor
(i injure/iand'll end ya) like a ninja with a lyrical lecture
Marquis gets silky as i recite and'em
Rappers are germs, iand'm peroxide to fight and'em
I blitz, throwinand' hits thatand'll put you in a coffin
Treat you like an orphan, causing you to soften
People say iand'm immaculent, but iand'm past that
Others get laughed at, and'cause they ainand't half that
They try to achieve, but canand't succeed
They only get stomped on when i stampede
Itand's like that, punks, and you all know
Debonaire, the deviland's dad, continue to flow!
Verse 4: debonaire
Debonaire, the deviland's dad, is last on the agenda
Talkinand' and'bout how brothers constantly pretend to
Be from up north, new york, yeah, medina
The grass ainand't greener! i guess they never seen a
Rapper from another region gettinand' the loot
Iand'm from the bottom, and got girls feedinand' me fruit
And droppinand' flowers every time i walk
Is my music identical to that of new york?
Itand's original, cominand' from the bottom, analyze it
You could come off on your own, but no one tries it
Theyand'd rather have some sloppy jalopy
And get called a wanna-be because they try to copy
But see, the boys, we just laugh
Ainand't a counterfeit rapper on the skyywalker staff!
And so the wanna-beand's bite the dust
They ainand't certified to rap beside none of us!
And and'cause iand'm strictly b-u-s-i-n-e-double s
They panickinand', stiff like manequins from all the stress
No one there to mend; they look soft
Anyway, iand'm outta here, signinand' the fuck off!
