(feat. Juice)



[Juice]

Yo, yo let's do it like this...yo yo

To any nigga I'm the one on the poster holdin' Janet

I might just be the dopest freestyle nigga on the planet

When I rock the mic I bust it off like a gauge

I let this niggas know freestyles ain't from a page

They younger than models that be workin' for Calvin

Ask em' to freestyle it's the stuff that's on they album

Well I'ma tell em' somethin' it's time for gettin' noble-in

When I rock mics my stuff is never written

I wish a nigga would, try to come and test

What I got, I put this microphone straight through his chest

I don't care where he from, from here to Connecticut

He get shredded with etiquette, subject and a predicate

Never let it get, outta pocket when I rock it

MC Juice plugged in like, a mother-F'in socket

I don't even gotta cuss when I bust

Turn authors to ashes and mc's to dust

Who really think they want to get meticulous and kick this rediculous

Rip microphone you can't freestyle and it's conspicuous

When I freestyle I tell mc's they can't rock me

MC Juice is dope I bash his skull like I was Rocky

Somebody told me ever since my birth

I was the dopest nigga off of the top on planet earth

So if any brother wanna bring it to the Wake Up

Bring yo' dice, bring Cognac so we can shake up

And have a good time like J.J. Evan

Niggas are gay as Tevin, I take em' out right at eleven o'clock

Battles niggas don't rock right

I get dirtier than pit bulls inside a cock fight

Niggas think they dope I cook they styles slow and steady like a Croc pot

They gettin' on my nerves like stupid niggas trying to cock block

And don't try to diss me, ya' whole style whiskey

I have a nigga tipsy like he just hung with Dizzie

Gillespie, Crunch em' like Nestle, Elvis Prestley

Shook his hips but couldn't get around you don't impress me

So who's the next mc to try to flex

I'll rock microphones and always be having sex

And next time you wanna battle we can do the constitution

And call my DJ for an F'in Revolution