Featuring M.C. Shan




[Verse 1]



It's Shan's What I'm Called I Stand Tall And Brave



And Me And Marley Marl Is As Close As A Shave



My Rhymes Lock Jaw Like A Pitbull Bite



Suckers Always Try To Sleep On Me Cause I Look Light



See A Lotta Wack Rappers Try To Rack Their Brains



To Feel A Style Of MC Come On Break These Chains



Speak Now Or Hold Your Peace When I Decide To Pass It



But Every Rhyme You Ever Had Could Never Surpass This



If Rhymes Were Food, The Main Source For Livin



You Would Swear That Every Line Of My Rhyme Was Thanksgiving



I Don't Bite Styles, Weak Rhymes, I Don't Need Em



Stop Jockin Me, Boy, Give Me My Freedom




[Verse 2]



I Wanna Break Away Clean, I Mean Virtually Spotless



And All Year Long I Been Schemin And Plottin This



If Beats Were Cakes, Then My Rhymes'd Get Frosted



This Is '88 And I Still Ain't Lost It



For All Of Those Who Still Got A Doubt In Their Mind



There Ain't A Rapper Livin Bad Enough To Take Mine



There Ain't No Studio-illusion And No Scratch-syncin



Stop - If That's What You're Thinkin



Write Rhymes Simultaneously, Say Em In Pairs



And I Would Hate To Have A Rapper Proclaim It Theirs



Instead In Comin In A Limo, Bring A Casket And Hearse



Before We Speak We'll Hear The Preacher From The Deacon First



We Won't Be Gathered That Day To Unite No Couple Up



Marley, Are We Gettin This On Tape? (Yup)



All You Dirty Low-down Better Slow Down Faster



Your Technique Isn't Good Enough To Hang With The Master



I Don't Bite Styles, Weak Rhymes, I Dont Need Em



Stop Jockin Me, Boy, Jockin Me, Son, Jockin Me, Punk



Jockin Me, Kid, Give Me My, Give Me My, Give Me My Freedom




[Verse 3]



I'm The O