(Bad Mutha)




[VERSE 1]



Turn Up The Radio Better Yet The Phonograph



And I'ma School The Suckers Who Don't Know The Half



I'm Not A Legend I'm Real And Actual



Bite My Rhymes I Get Mad And Come After You



I Don't Front Or Pretend Cause That's Imaginary



I Get Funky With The Use Of Vocabulary



I'm More Deadlier Than A Bottle Of Cyanide



When I Dig In My Brain And Say A Fly Rhyme



I Might Bust And Say A Little Somethin



Get The Party Pumpin, Yo, That Ain't Nothin



So Don't Bore Me, I've Been Naughty



Even As A Kid People Said: "Look At Shorty"



Back In The Days I Had Much Attention



Speak Of Competition - Man, Listen



Even Then I've Coulda Been A Funky Star



At The Age Of 12 I Was Rhymin On Them Monkey Bars



A Little Kid With The Art Of Poetry



Nice For My Age, But Nobody Noticed Me



Nowadays I Tell It Like It Is



That Makes My Skill Different From Her Or His



I Sport My Skills On A F.M. Frequency



Lettin People Know You Better Not Sleep On Me



I'm Known As A Smooth Cool Brother



A Funky Technician, Call Me A (bad Mutha)




[VERSE 2]



I Play MC's Like A Game Of Mario Brothers



I Hold My Own, Plus I Can Carry Another's



Rhymes I Make Strong And Watch Em Take Form



On A Sucker Who Steps Out His Face Wrong



I'm The MC To Fear And Run From



Shockin So Much You Think I'm Usin A Stun Gun



I Hold The Title Cause I'm The Cool Champ



If Rap Was Money You'd Be Rated As Food Stamp



You Try To Boast And Toast, You Go By What Name?



You Can't Get With Finesse, You're Just Jump Change



You Couldn't Cut It Even If You Had A Hack-saw



You're Just A Rap That I Laid A Track For