Deep inside of you I'll always be near Right there by your side If you'll only let me try, hey hey Let me try, hey hey, yeah Let me try, hey hey Let me try
Vertaling: MC5. Laat ek probeer.
mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let
wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC
down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? Then 'cause mac rat
I'm the flyest MC, the finest MC The nicest MC, oh, that's boring see, there's another MPC So why you think most hip-hop Sounds the same except for me
I drive you crazy Mc's know me as mike g Girls hold on to me tightly Warm personality That's why they get close to me Try their best to drive me wild
right now come come come a little closer you can get it oh dun tease me rite now better pls me rite now let your tongue walk on dis pussy got one
as far as the mind Canibus and Royce 5'9" Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC I told him, "Be careful who you
5'9"] Yeah, yeah (5-9) yeah This is Hip-Hop 101 niggaz (yeah, the M.I.C. nigga) I'm bout to teach y'all MC's how to count bars Check it out (real MC'
call me Malcolm You can all witness what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!) Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me if you ain't tryna box me
be doing they thang To MC's, behind ropes, who had titles to claim This is hip hop (Then white takes C4, and C5, and C6) (C5, Queen E5, E5, 95, Bishop
scandalous I chop joke MC's like choke sandwiches And back slap the snare drum openhanded wit' my vocal So I'm far from local my peoples got to keep me
industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come wit the beautiful things and I bless the track plushly Around the world the crowds love me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me My mind
bound, to be reknowned within this city as a funky sound And to those that try to put me down My DJ has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go) [Chorus
gonna give that commercial run hit Instead I gave your label suck dick Try to press charges against me Suited me, blackballed me My lawyer wouldn't even call me
calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground mc's Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g How dare you try to insult me? I got
