Macdaddy
im a dude who’s been in the struggle n is now famous
ya say my style is absurd, cuz my swag is outrageous!
I’m a pimp collecting my loot, n get LOVE LIKE A HOE, LOOK..
its always my pleasure, but its ‘business first’, JUST LIKE A PHONE BOOK!/..
your looking at a celebrity who gets paid thousands a picture
so watch all ya women ‘flock to me’ like the South in the Winter...
these dudes are a joke, everything these haters say is funny..
talkin’ bout money makes the man, but this man makes the money
I dream-to-write and bring-to-life ALL BARS BY FLOWING...
A real louie-addict wit Gucci-glasses, cuz I ‘BALL HARD’ LIKE “BOWLING!”
Common sense ya need to utilize-more, cuz my rhymes brutalize-whores
Just shoot-a-nine-forced, at ya brains til they ‘open-up’ like suicide-doors!
To beat down clowns like you? I wouldn’t even have to resort tah fists dude
The only way you’d have a 'Stroke of luck' is if you "died before I hit you"
I ask you to back up ya word, but none of you liars could..
while I’m 'always getting love from the ladies' like "Tiger Woods"
AliJak
Blasphemy,
the fact that these cats can't see that im practically a catastrophe
gathered the masses to speak of my past masochist dastardly deeds,
surpassing slang, and I speak faster than the speed of natural speech
with knowledge that surpasses a masters degree, I mentally batter then flee
abstract verbals defy physics and somehow manage to matter to me
gravitate towards my person and shift my mindframe while cursin and seethin
at whack rappers, subliminal jabbers, and simply ability lacking beings
reach deep into your mind as I match up these simple parts and pieces
that a force within the human body has ability, albeit at decieving
Is elating. the power of speaking, shifts my bowels and has me seeking
ecaping lyrical cheating, which i haven't mastered admittingly
but im at the point where what I say begins shaking and chilling me
to an extent where im admitting to these sins of quitting true lyrics, see
Just attempting a few bars full of multies like crowded prisons
I still have a natural knack to provide spoken pestilence, sent as lessons
my lyrics carry more messages than Ericssons with adolescents
Macdaddy
when I get on a track? im always beating the rest in the run
so u know why im ‘number 1?’ cuz my lyrics are “SECOND TO NONE!”/..
I got guns-in-the-safe that’ll ‘bust-in-ya-face’ like there’s ‘BREAST ON YA CHIN’..
Plus I’ve been made-a-boss, so u’ll ‘take-the-loss’ if u ‘BET ON A WIN’!/..
People worry themselves to death bout cash, so all that means less tah me
I prefer tah stay stress free as ecstasy n I mean that til the death of me
Ignorance is where confusion sits, along with wanting the newest whips
but its all irrelevant and im just too intelligent for that stupid shit!
My alter-ego who appears on the mic is SPIRITUALLY A MORTAL
But when time to battle its considered LYRICALLY IMMORTAL
Kids-up-tah-try, to give-up-some-time, and see me truly..
Lift-up-the-mic and let my ‘scripts-come-to-life’, like a 3D movie
Yeah! I Got guns tah smack a chump! Bustin faggots up!
leave’n ‘gangstas in the desert ground’ like some “thugs in Africa”
now all the time I got rap-friends, ask-me.. hook another one up!
so I mix my vocals and lyrics on a mic and cook another one up!