Verse 1:
A deadly mixture 300 pounds of ether
Talk of the town my ears burning they gots the fever
Temperature rising when i'm rhyming
I',m neo in the matrix fake clicks there's no hiding
Unless i'm kicking your behind in//
make u think repeatedly without even rewinding//
I'm in the Z O to the N E
My stilo leave u dead like ken-ny
Sub zero i'm cooler then a esky
Rappers need more then Weetbix when trying to get me
Mc's fa-reez get down on both knees//
And don't breath like asthmatics smoking in the sea//
Yes indeed its the F E V
The same cat u seen on Channel V and A b C
More attention then A D D
Cos the flows cancerous like Msg from KFC
Chorus:
Mc's out there better beware
better prepare i'm better then ever
you better be scared you bet ya im out for the cred
think i'm outta line you you must be outta ya depth
Mc's out there better beware
better prepare i'm better then ever
you better be scared you bet ya im out for the cred
think im outta line you you must be outta ya head. (Mother fucker)
Verse 2:
Raps a peep show full of roleplays and pussies
Triple x text 30 years away from you rookies
I ain't hater you just suck a lot
Dope shits hard to find wak shit comes in flocks
In Aus place that they love to call down under
90 percent of the stuff coming outs gutter
Trash worse then wak the shit is suckerfied
Clicks lick dicks instead of paying dues the love has died
Like a couple who ain't fucking right
There's no passion or satisfaction plus i'm feeling nothing tight
Remember too many rappers and not enough mics
Nowadays too many rappers is touching mics
Funny how the game switch when my brain twitch
Wanna know what i am hold, 8 and shift
On a keyboard p.c that's windows
Like a pizza base or a bakers tray i'll get dough
Erect flows that's electrodes
electrons and protons i positive my flows on
the plateau up there with Mick Gatto
cos i smoked motherfuckers like their just tobacco (lets go)
Chorus:
Mc's out there better beware
better prepare i'm better then ever
you better be scared you bet ya im out for the cred
think i'm outta line you you must be outta ya depth
Mc's out there better beware
better prepare i'm better then ever
you better be scared you bet ya im out for the cred
think im outta line you you must be outta ya head. (Mother fucker)
credits
from XXL,
released November 11, 2013
Lyle Pirie (Recorded/Mixed)
Soulful, funky instrumental hip-hop with deep grooves; producer JD. Reid was "inspired by Madlib," & his fans will find much to love. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2020