The Way Of Rhyme

Im the quicker gripper ripper
On a track like this
The miggity-mac never slacks
And Im packing the gift
Ive got more flavor than Life Savers
Every day I create
Some of the wiggity-slyest rhymes
That you ever heard from one
I aint the type to be slept on
The type to be crept on
And those who think I am can step on
For every move you make
I got a trick
And my tracks got more kicks
Than a Bruce Lee flick
I like my pants to sag
Make you say 'Dag
Uh! That little n*gga is so bad.'
The capital capital Ks dont play, we amaze
And make you move & groove
In so many different ways
Jump! Jump! was the first episode
To put you in the mode
And let you know I flow
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that-a-tha- that, a-like that yall (that yall)
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that yall (that yall)
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that yall (that yall)
Like that yall ( that yall)
Like that yall (that yall)
Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that yall (that yall)
Every everybody wants to know (what?!)
Where I get my get my funky funky flow (yo!)
Straight from the ghetto and Im fierce like a dragon
Hat to the back and my pants keep saggin
Here I go again movinyour adrenaline
Totally totally totally krossed out, can you comprehend?
Wait a minute, drop a old school beat
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go ! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Tupa-tupa girl scooper, thats what I be
Girl-stoppin, ghetto-talkin, its the mac daddy
I got a flow (You got a what?)
I got a flow
I got a flow(You got a what?)
I got a flow
On the playground I say now
You wont see me swinging
Skin tight clothes
And you dont be singing
Daddy dont do dat. Dad do rap
So please dont get passed to the whack
I got a flow(You got a what ?)
I got a flow
I got a flow(You got a what?)
I got a flow
I got a flow(You got a what?)
I got a flow
I got a flow(You got a flow?)
So let it go(Yeah)
Me bein the mac means Im all that
I could do this and that
And none of it ever comes out whack
And never have you ever seen a MC this size this tough
You might have seen some kids, but they wasnt this rough
Im the type you dont want to touch tangle or tamper with
Your rhymes are doo-doo like a two-day-old pampers, kid
So spark off and tie, catch if I hit the do
And take your wiggity-whack, style to the sto