Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked
 If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck
 I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé
 Your nine spray, my mind spray
 Malignant mist that'll leave Kant defunkt
 The result's your remains stuffed in a car trunk
 You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that yang
 You won't survive get live catching wreck is our thing
 I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
 The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
 I'm a true master you can check my credentials
 Cause I choose to use my infinite potential
 Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow
 Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
 So deep that you can't scuba dive
 My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas
 I've accumulated honeys all across the map
 Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap
 In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac
 I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac
 My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
 It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state
 Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist
 You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on this
 I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip
 You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped
 Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit
 Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!
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 Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
 Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
 Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble
 Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
 You're rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing
 That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
 Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
 I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
 Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
 Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
 Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
 When I'm busting ass and breaking backs
 Inhale the putrified aroma
 Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma
 Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
 And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker
 I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank
 Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks
 When the East is in the house you should come equipped
 Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet
 Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
 Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke
 With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
 Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
 Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center
 Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
 The tek's technique cause he's a technician
 Wishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
 The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock
 Hard rocks melt in the clutch of the sun toucher
 You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya
 Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you
 And you don't got your crew
 Pull your Glock but you don't got the heart
 You was webbed straight from the start
 Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
 Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
 Just for fronting you got that ass whipped