Wack MCs - MF Grimm, Yves St Larock, Wayne-O

Wack emcees in the area, make

Way before my crew come to bury ya because

The Monsta Island clique is rolling thick, and we don’t take no

Bullshit.

If you’ve come to a battle, I bet you’re ‘bout to

Forfeit.

See?

No

Metaphor composure on exposure, the mic controller

Mind overflower, New York City soldier (L.E.S.)

(Is in the house) Displays aggressive paragraphs headed right through your

cranium

They’re hard to contain, plus they’re rowdy when I’m relaying them

So feel me while my presentation is spoken

Clearly, rule the mic, like, yearly for real, G

Improve on any groove because I practice like a master

Flip mad maneuvers like a grappler.

I’m after

The props and the platinum plus more.

Me and my niggas

On the Islands by the seashores.

We’re living in

Stress-free with over a hundred pounds of sensi

And honeys that’ll work becoming lost on Larock, see?

Ayyo

I drop emcees gracefully like Time Warner

Lamp like a D.T. cop on the corner.

Thug

Niggas got me loco like the Fourth of July, busting

Caps out the window (Window), indo shots to knock

The tempo (Yeah) higher than my 9X bill, but still

Find it dandy.

Point-blank shots off

The brandy.

Silent as a cooked-up pot, traded

In my triple-beam, maintained on the same plot

With schemes to get the legal collard greens

Me and girl is like Captain & Tennille (Yeah)

Hear the same, do what the fuck I feel.

One:

You get done.

Two: you get cracked without the gun.

Three:

You need to ignore it, and, if not, go for it.

I

Get ill like a fever, Grimm note-seizer

Swinging that ass back and forth like Aaliyah

You’re looking, you could find me on the A, fast trip—invites

For any to come back and rock with pits.

Limping

You take a trip down (Down) to the nearest hospital

In town (Town), lost in the sauce, dumbfound, so kindly

Come squared-off with the world-renowned

Quake beats like Earth with profanity and sanity

Musical exorcism haunting tracks like it’s Amity

Niggas I’m burning, intentions affirming

As the beat rocks and I plot on competition

Mic’s a MAC-11, add the vocal ammunition

Ass-whippings are dished to those who feel better

Get ‘em, I cock the mic back and then I wet ‘em

Brain-burner microwave thoughts like it’s Swanson

Fast learner accumulate units until it’s platinum

Defeat me?

Come on, nigga, that shit ain’t happening

Fuck the rapping shit, avoid me

‘Cause when I’m paranoid, motherfucker, I be capping shit

I’m mapping out shit, my man, plans to become a millionaire

Before I disappear from this atmosphere

Wack emcees in the area, make

Way before my crew come to bury ya because

The Monsta Island clique is rolling thick, and we don’t take no

Bullshit.

If you’ve come to a battle, I bet you’re ‘bout to

Forfeit.

See?

No