Old School Tactics

[E.C. spoken]
 Here we go once again
 Back for more
 Keep it on like this til the break of dawn
 Show y'all how some real MC's cold rock the mic and get things right
 [Chorus]
 Rock, rock, y'all, to the funky cuts
 Freak freak, y'all. These nigga can't get enough
 Hold tight, y'all and it'll be alright
 Low Life, y'all, we keep it live all night
 [E.C.]
 A Yo, I'm burning motherfuckers like Tiajuana hoes
 Got a master degree in these devistating flows
 And I know that y'all recognize the enemy
 I'm an MC with tall skill and some mark ass ability
 Living by ideals, hip hop pioneers instilled in me
 And while you act like someone else, myself is who I'm thrilled to be
 And still you be thinkin that you're ample
 But don't you wonder why your labels cuttin off your ends like a sample?
 I trample MC's like the running of the bulls up in Spain
 And make a living giving motherfuckers pain
 I reign as the wack crew attacker, Low Life cracker,
 Beat and snare jacker, I'm after
 Any who oppose and want to bring it
 And now that you've quit rappin, motherfucker, you can sing it, uhhh
 [Chorus x2]
 [Rhyme Fest]
 E.C. and Rhyme Fest, the hella shocka, tell a doctor
 That this nigga broke his neck trying to do the helicopter
 Call the pastor, 'cause when I blast ya, who's the master?
 I daze and create ways like Legendary Traxster
 Staying bolder, as I get older, the mic holder
 Beat niggas around the world 'cause I'm a universal soldier
 It's time to annihilate any and all
 Competition who by wishin Ill would drop like a waterfall
 And get wet up. I'll blow your whole set up
 E.C. smack him in his face if he ever hold his head up
 I strike like lightning and hit like a truck
 Blew you up so bad intensive care wouldn't give a fuck
 So why should I if you die?
 This ain't Amen, but fuck with Ill and like Deacon, you're gonna Fry
 [Chorus x2]
 [scratching and cutting until fade by DJ BoogieBoy]