I am the five foot six mean microphone weapon
King of a dope session
Deep dance halls stepping to my vibration
My conversation is cool
Your ears my location
I situate myself on the stage grip the mic
Like a samurai blade
The beat bust and break your solar plex
My tune hits and crush you like insects
And then I flex if punks gets me vexed
’Cause I am the next
Walking talking white dynamo
I go with the flow
And speed like a Volvo
That’s my passion, my passion is rhymes
Verbal aggression but that’s just my style
Lord I’m gonna turn your mind into pooh tang
Wet your sweat, but get tough like a tag van
That’s my title I recite like a bible
Each pattern like Saturn my lyrics a cycle
I release like a jackpot, never hold back I just pop my lot
The state of the art in part I am all heart
Reckless but more fruit than a jam tart
I am producting, conducting my function
I’m burning you up but my bass is seducting
Your mind you inclined to be blind so I find
It’s easy to make a crowd mine
I’m the north at its heights
I send crowds convulsing pulsing and pumping
Drop the track drop the logic like a Vulcan
Rock direct from hip to lip never let it slip
I just hit the jits and I
Dislocate with 808 State the beats escalate
As the cuts separate
From the rhyme I’m in my prime
Ignite the line, blitz punks to slime, because
I am just colling, rolling and bowling rhymes
Relax like an old man strolling
I know my rhythm ain’t no skepticism
I chill the ill with my funk exorcism
My mind sees no limits, the Tunes just gets with it
Give me the mic, the dub and I’ll fill it up enough
So you take a sup
But don’t act a putz just sit back get hooked on
My positivity delete, negativity
Sensitivity and joint activity is what we are preaching
But I ain’t teaching, I’m just thinking
What the schools should be teaching
A man’s worth more than the money he owns
The ignorant only see flesh teeth and bone
Drugs get dealt and kids get stoned
What is the price of a soul
I’m the north at its heights
Yo, you know some members of the public
Feel threatened by my presence
They say I intimidate with my attitude
But that’s crude, it’s rude and uncalled for
As much as they throw, the Tunes can take more
I’ll bag and bad like a stage figure
(You wanna call me a name) Call me a hip hop slag
As my funk increases my beats never cease
The beauty of lyrics
And I am the beast
Explode on a jam command
With my man
My DJ cuts beat with the rhythm on hand
You wanna reason why I rock so much
It’s because I touch as such and get butch
The boys dash punks that get rash
Stadiums trashed like shattered glass
Twice as nice add spice to sound nice
You get what you want, no matter the price
You devise the steps perfect the set
House your moves then you sweat as you get hotter and hotter
Faster and faster dance is a rage so get mad like a hatter
Now I have delivered consider the rhythm
The lyrics so sharp it will cut like a scissor
No matter what you getting, it ain’t enough
I taste blood in my throat because I rap tough
I’m the north at its heights