Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked

If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck

I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé

Your nine spray, my mind spray

Malignant mist that'll leave comp defunkt

The result's your remains stuffed in a car trunk

You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that yang

You won't survive get live catching wreck is our thing

I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang

The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang

I'm a true master you can check my credentials

Cause I choose to use my infinite potential

Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow

Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba

So deep that you can't scuba dive

My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas

I've accumulated honeys all across the map

Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap

In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac

I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac

My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate

It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state

Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist

You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on this

I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip

You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped

Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget

Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it

Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble

Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle

You're rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing

That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten

Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw

I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw

Made frauds bleed every time I g'd

Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed

Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson

When I'm busting ass and breaking backs

Inhale the putrified aroma

Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma

Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka

And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker

I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank

Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks

When the East is in the house you should come equipped

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!

Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet

Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke

With styles more fatal than second hand smoke

Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor

Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center

Come with the super trooper on his assault mission

The tek's technique cause he's a technician

Wishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stop

The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock

Hard rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher

You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya

Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you

And you don't got your crew

Pull your Glock but you don't got the heart

You was webbed straight from the start

Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it

Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it

Just for fronting you got that ass whipped

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!