The Way Of Rhyme

I'm the quicker quicker ripper
 On a track like this.
 The miggity-mac never slacks
 And I'm packing the heat.
 I got my flavor of lifesavers
 Every day I create
 Some of the wiggity-slyest rhymes
 That you ever heard from one.
 I ain't the type to be slept on
 The type to be crept on
 And don't you think I am to step on.
 For every move you make
 I got a trick
 And my track's got more kicks
 Than a boo sleep flick.
 I like my pants to sag
 Make you say
 "Dag, uh! That little nigga is so bad."
 The capital capital K's don't play
 We amaze.
 They make you move
 They groove
 In so many different ways.
 Jump! Jump!
 Was the first episode
 To put you in the mode
 And let you know
 I flow like
 That y'all, that y'all,
 That y'all, that y'all.
 Better than that
 Like that y'all, that y'all,
 Like that y'all, that y'all,
 That y'all, that y'all.
 Better than that
 Like that y'all, that y'all,
 Like that y'all, that y'all,
 That y'all, that y'all.
 Better than that
 Like that y'all, that y'all,
 Like that y'all, that y'all,
 That y'all, that y'all.
 Better than that
 Like that y'all, that y'all.
 Every everybody wants to know
 Where I get my get my funky funky flow.
 Straight from the ghetto
 And I'm fierce like a dragon.
 Head to the back
 And my pants keep saggin'.
 Here I go again,
 Movin' your adrenaline.
 Totally totally totally krossed out.
 Can you comprehend?
 Wait a minute drop the old school beat.
 Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
 Tupa-tupa girl scooper
 That's what I be.
 Girls talkin'
 You know talkin'
 It's the mac daddy.
 I got a flow.
 You got a what?
 I got a flow.
 I got a flow.
 You got a what?
 I got a flow.
 On the playground I say now
 You won't see me swinging
 Skin tight clothes
 Then you don't be singing
 "Daddy don't do dat. Dad do rap."
 So please don't get passed to the whack.
 I got a flow.
 You got a what?
 I got a flow.
 I got a flow.
 You got a what?
 I got a flow.
 I got a flow.
 You got a what?
 I got a flow.
 I got a flow
 You got a flow?
 So let it go.
 Yeah.
 Meet me in the mac means I'm all that.
 I could do this and that
 And none of it ever comes out whack.
 And never have you ever seen
 A MC this size this tough.
 You might have seen some kids
 But they wasn't this rough.
 I'm the type you don't want to touch,
 Tangle or tamper with.
 You rhyme to doodle
 Like a two-day-old pamper kid.
 So spark off and tie
 Catch if I hit the dough
 And take your wiggity-whack
 Style to the sto'