The Round Table

Yo I’m usually polite
But on my tape boy I’ll cuss your ass out like Dolemite
Hold the mic with a tight grip, start representing
SPC president hitting freaky like Bill Clinton
K-Rino, my Black Book spoke once
It said, «How the fuck you come up with this shit and you don’t smoke blunts»
Lyricist breaker, life taker, punish a faker
So make another mistake, I’ma run 70 blocks
Then cock my mic up, nothing to wipe up
Been ripping since my crib stage
Words pop lungs cracking your rib cage
You beating me face to face?
You got a better chance of hitting a Grand Slam with nobody on base