Make 'Em Pay

MC's beware

First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose

When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost

I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one

The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone

Straight out the late nights of Bed-Sty

Steppin' up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly

You're artificial like saccharin

You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin' in

Concepts you bite, 'cause your identity ain't tight

Tryin' to be somethin' you're not, like pullin' a knife at a gunfight

I'm troopin' on that airline flight number 1-0-6

And gettin' all up in your fuckin' mix

You got me upset, and I got you uptight

'Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight?

We got seventeen million of us, plus two million Indians

That makes nineteen mill', lightin' shit up like Wild Bill

I be the supreme father plus the ill kid, with drama

My karma creates the Teflon to pierce your body armor

And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me

Steppin' to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry

My specialty is tearin' tracks out the frame

You know my fuckin' name, I rule all game

I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?

Make 'em pay

Make 'em pay

MC's beware

Your enemy's crazed

Make 'em pay

MC's beware

Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness

Tremendous trooper, verbal **** with the fitness

Drop you for your spot with the blazer, then I blast you

Slice precise like Benihana's when I come to bring the dramas

Styles so swift, that you can't peep the God

As your lyrics get buried six feet deep in my backyard

I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes

Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressin' room mirror

Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bum-rushed

Too many dumb punks want to enter this rap scene

Kickin' Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean

Into oblivion, the true champion always rises

I bring surprises to the chief, plus their advisers

Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger

Catch more wreck on your dome than a deranged fuckin' barber

So what you made some dough? You best keep on scramblin'

All your vanity is instantly crushed when I start handlin'

Demandin' that you pay, for your weak rhyme display

Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday

Make 'em pay

Make 'em pay

MC's beware

Your enemy's crazed

Make 'em pay

MC's beware

Your enemy's crazed

I see myself as the Black rap messiah

Colossal spreadin' my gospel through electrical wires

Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each Tom, Dick, and Jerry

Slippin' like petroleum jelly

Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight

I got divine right to bring dark to light

Somethin' ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug

Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged

Show love but few, deal with crew and crew only

And think universal like Sony

Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided

Give a fuck like Pizza Hut, I got to stay noyd-ed

'Cause that same **** you trust, could be that same cat behind that gat that bust

Quiet ya, with the silencer

Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes

Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this

Rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat

In black talkin' 'bout how much his MAC spit

But this year, Gang Starr got changes bein' made

No wack shit bein' played, no fake macks gettin' paid

No Versace MC's with a mouth full of mo'

Soundin' like a ho spittin' at a fashion show flow

I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a maxwell

Ever since young Krumb was taught to rap well

Goin' deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes

Awaken with a tub and a robe and sandals like Moses

Travellin' high, sands and eastern lands for the answers

Ignorance is spreadin' through the streets like it was cancer

Too many drinkin', not thinkin', when behind that trigger

A .38 escalate the murder rate for us ****

It's like microphone roulette, 'cause nowadays MC's is gettin' wet

Over someone else's fake gangsta rep