...It's not about the salary
I do this so Mc's they twice before they battle me
Cause Liney B can really flow shit (say what!)
This ain't no wo, thuggish ruggish, bow wow, yippie yo shit
I through yo rappers like a bad poker hand
(Now tell me, Bikedi B, the man, yeah!)
Yeah, my rhymes styles skandelous deep n' Mc's n' banders
So many niggaz on my dick
Now I see them seam in fucking sandwiches
Hardcore when I throw rappers to the flow
Battleing me is like giving bird to a fucking dinosoure
Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn
So how you gon' rap the microphone
and come weak in a motherfucking rock spearm
Mad Skillz got this fucking mig on
I suck ya blood out motherfuckers
like Tom Cruise with the wig on
Yeah about to make the loop
Cause I can keep motherfucking rap until Biz Markie gets cute
Where you from, you gotta be from Brooklyn man, you gotta be!
Yeah, na, ya that nigga from Queens?
Na Bee,na, I ain't from Queens
Oh!, I've got it, that nigga from Uptown, he gotta be!
Na, na, na kid!
No I ain't from Uptown kid
Where ya from God?