straight from吐哈Bronx

Well, Im known to wreck a mic like a prince, so all hail
To the raw deal on a scale, your styles frail
I dont believe I can fail, cause Im headstrong
Youre trackin me, plus jackin me knowin that youre dead wrong
I got a tec for those that wanna step
Youre ghost, cause since youre playin me close
Youre gettin checked
And I cant conceive a better way to do it
So when youre in my comp
Get ready to be stomped, theres nothin to it
Cause I got piles of wicked styles and files of tracks
I get wild with a South Bronx style of rap
So you think you got rap sewn happily?
Hows that? You couldnt sow shirts in a factory
Youre what I label as a hip-hop hypocrite
You smile in my face, behind my back, runnin off with lip
But I got somethin to kill that though
Im a real rap pro, bad bro, so now you know
The TR 808
Straight, straight from the Bronx
Now , back to the scene of the crime
I was taught to bust a nine
At any and all whos outta line
Yo, thats the way I was shown how to hold my own
Until I found other ways on the microphone
I used to see so many out on the ave. die
Strung high, playin a game, and thats why
So many up in the Bronx, they got done
For livin a lifestyle of crime like it was fun
But now Im hittin ya hard and pullin the cards
Of those that wanna act a fool, they got schooled
And got caught with a right to the mug
It wasnt enough, cause they wanted to bug and caught a slug
And got they bodies just laid to rest
Cause in the streets, you gotta get all you can , and no less
The first minute you do, you get bucked
So you and your crew better duck
When you step into the Bronx
The TR 808
Straight, straight from the Bronx
Check it, I wanna take this time
To send this out to my man Dino
And to my man Scott-La-Rock
Cause if it wasnt for them
I wouldnt be here today, but since Im here
Ima continue to make funky music for my brothers
You know what Im sayin?
Im outta here, peace