I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke

Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke

When I'm gone, I wrote this song 'cuz I won't let

Nobody press up and mess up, to seen, I set



I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn

But think about it then you'll understand

I'm just a addict, addicted to music

Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it



Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm

I hook a beat up, convert it in a hip-hop form

Write a rhyme in graffiti, in every show you see me

In deep concentration 'cuz I'm no comedian



Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tame

I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named

Another enemy, not even a friend of me

'Cuz you'll get fried in the end then you pretend to be



Competing, 'cuz I just put your mind on pause

And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stun

Remember me, the one you got your idea from



But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher

When you start to stutter that's when you had enough of

Biting it, I make you choke, you can't provoke

You can't cope, you should have broke, 'cuz I ain't no joke



I got a question, it's serious as cancer

Who can keep the average dancer?

Hyper as a heart attack, nobody smilin'

'Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm stylin'



This is what we all sit down to write

You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite

Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits

Get the style down pat, then it's time to swit



Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours

Then you figure, you're ready for the neighborhood chores

The E M C E E, don't even try to be

When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me



You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate

Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me

So when you see me come up, freeze

Or you'll be one of those seven MC's



They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that

They who think wrong are they who can't do that

Style that I'm doin', they might ruin

Patterns of paragraphs based on you and



Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play

Sound familiar, I'll wait till E say

Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and broke

You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke



I hold the microphone like a grudge

B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge

I hold a conversation 'cuz when I invent

I nominated my DJ the president



When I'm, see I'll, people freestyle, goin' steadily

So pucker up and whistle my melody

But whatever you do, don't miss one

They'll be another rough rhyme after this one



Before you know it, you're followin' and fiendin'

Waiting for the punchline to get the meanin'

Like before, the morale of my story, I'm tellin'

Nobody beats the R so stop yellin'



Save it, put it in your pocket for later

'Cuz I'm moving the crowd and be a record fader

No interruptions and the mic is broke

When I'm gone, then you can joke



'Cuz everything is real on a serious tip

Keep playin' and I varies it quick

And take you for a walk through hell

Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell



Guide you out of triple stage darkness

When it get dark again then I'ma spark this microphone

'Cuz the heat is on, you see smoke

And I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke