Mad Props

"How ya like me now? I'm gettin' busier"

Ayo knock knock (open up) let me in, where's my pen?

So I can freak it today, tomorrow see to the wind

I be sly as a fox to get props, forget cops and any other type of pit stops

And that'll have to be the way the ball bounce

When I announce I'm a kilo and you're an ounce

You can't step to this because I'm certified

You better hide or it'll be a homicide

It's Da Youngstas jacking ya better recognize to the fact

That we can rip up any track

Other crews talk but they don't want none

They know they get done, so now they on the run

Ease up, akh', I got the Glock cocked

Listen to me rock, 'cause down is how it's locked

'Cause we can go on and on 'til the clock stops

And be out for mad props

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for

("How ya like me now? I'm getting busier")

Peep the technique, I'm no joke, loc

I'm so dope, you just awoke, I blow you out like smoke, ****

How could you figure that I'm a wack MC?

But I'ma tell you right now that I'm the best MC

On the mic when I strike at 12 o'clock, a vampire

Rap retire, I'm setting crews on fire

So listen up to the rhymes I drop

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

I shock a crowd like a volt of lightning

It's frightening, the type of rhymes I be writing

Exciting, when I pick up the mic and start reciting

You take a hike like a Viking

Taj Mahal won't stall of fall

Ready to brawl, I'm solid like a brick wall

So listen up to the words I say 'cause I spray (What?)

Rhymes like an AK

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for

("How ya like me now? I'm getting busier")

I'm creeping while your sorry butt's sleeping

Don't sweat the technique, I'm grim reaping

One, two, I'm coming for you, it's the Q

To the three, four, ayo kids, lock your door

So many brothers wanna act hard and dress mean

To me yo, you ain't nothing but a drag queen, fiend

Leaning with your little hard dream

Well you can't rep because I'm rolling with my Philly team

You wanna rumble? Well, you can get crumble

I didn't mumble - What's wrong? Now you're humble

Mad props is what I be out for

You won't score whenever Q-Ball gets raw

I be seeing suckers disappear in thin air

Hiding there, duck here, jump there, one here, jump over there

But I don't wanna 'em to leave, I want 'em to see what's happening

When I finish rapping, salute the captain

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for ("How ya like me now?")

Mad props as soon as I hit the door

Mad props is what I be out for

("How ya like me now? I'm getting busier")

("I'm getting busier")