Bad Mutha

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Other mc's, I want you to know
 If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow
 Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go
 Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow
 We can throw
 Badself
 When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy
 And when I'm on the stage, the party people say, "is he
 Really human or is he a robot? "
 Because when I'm on the microphone nobod-
 Y does the things that I do
 My voice will guide you
 Once you hear it, it stays inside you
 Hypnotizing and mesmerizing
 The cerebral cortex, but without realizing
 You become confused and so enthused
 Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose
 Total control, and if I choose
 To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news
 Like paul revere: "a real rapper is here!"
 Yeah, "moe dee is coming, moe dee is coming"
 And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter
 Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a
 Real rap trooper with a power so super
 After battlin me, I guarantee you won't recouper-
 Ate cause I am great, I can make you hate
 To ever look in the mirror and affiliate
 Yourself with anything but an average person
 Lovin my success but envious and cursin
 You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker
 Just gimme a pound cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-
 Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
 I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed
 Pride is swallowed, asses are bust
 Hearts are taken, souls cremated
 Lips are sealed and they hate it
 Overrated rappers made it
 On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated
 But I'm not like you bitin barbarics
 Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics
 I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal
 I never run out, I got an automatic refill
 I never get cold, I only get lukewarm
 When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm
 Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin
 And if the music stops, moe dee keeps goin
 I'm bigger than life and deeper than death
 The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef
 Boy, are these mc's really startin to irk me
 Make it to the top, then try to jerk me
 Ask em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin
 Like they don't know, they must be buggin
 But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty
 And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy
 So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker
 Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-
 Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
 I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig
 My iq's too high, my words are too big
 My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample
 Some things I won't do, and here's an example
 I won't make a 'la-di-da-di', an 'oh veronica'
 A 'dear ivette' or a la-'latoya'
 I'm not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts
 As a matter of fact I like them, but
 Records like that are for the average mc
 Not for the highly rated moe dee
 I have a formula, I'm like a scientist
 And I must put words together like this
 My voice is a?, coming out an orophus
 Expressing?, verbally or if it's
 Mental? asymetrics? that makes me so electric
 By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
 A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected
 I'm a rhymer with a timer, I'm a english dialectic
 My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon
 My soliloquy will affect ya like farrakhan
 Love me or hate me, agree or debate me
 Watchin suckers gather round, bow down? be-
 Cause what I do orally I something so morally
 Stimulating, emmulating heat that's corally
 My mind is both flexible and resillient
 Pugnacious, tenacious?, I'm brilliant
 Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining
 Why I'm standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining
 My brain rocks like mr. spock's
 And any other mc's are knocked out the box
 So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker
 Sucker mc's, I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-)
 Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
 Now I was never solo, I was always in a group
 So now you new jacks are a little too souped
 So if you think you could take mine
 Then come on and make my
 Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up
 You didn't have a chance
 But if you want drop the pants
 I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance
 Everyone will be laughin and you'll be the stock
 Cause that's what's good about havin you mc's on the jock
 I could go on and on and on and on for days
 But everytime I speak I get unwanted protegees
 If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck
 Cause you don't really want none cause I'm a bad, bad, bad (mutha-)
 Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

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Duration
05:35
Key
1
Tempo
190 BPM

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