Mcs be fakin so now they get taken Chorus: Fake mcs, they always act hard But wont walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake mcs, they always act hard But wont walk the street without they bodyguard Verse one: Mcs I lay out like stiffs in the morgue Praise the lord youre in awe when Im grippin the mic cord Rhymes I rip with swift execution One verse to coerce your girl to prostitution The guru is now the brother you fear and Beware when Im making hits with premier and Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view Niggaz been held back too long were coming up In the streets we roll alone so watch me running up Im summing up a mad posse of warriors Night crusaders able to break down barriers And bringing faces of death putting mcs to rest Until theres no fake chumps left Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce My rhymes a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce Chorus 4x Verse two: Gangstarr boy and thats beyond your comprehension Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension To stop the killing wack mcs must die Who am ? Im the substance thatll make your third eye cry Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient When I unleash my speech Ill have you punk rappers open I wont expose your names and your identities You know youre phoney get the fuck from in front of me Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores And I hope youre not the one that Im after Since the days of adidas Ive been a true master Chorus 4x Verse three: Ive been around punk but yo I still feel young A few of my crew members like to pack guns Im high strung but dont mistake me when I smile I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle After the killing just like casper Im ghost Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host Toast without a gun youd be done Throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one Choose one metaphor and then choose another Wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother Although Im five foot eight they call me sargeant Got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden At madison square I shot a fair one So many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldnt dare run Mcs pay cash to ensure their safety They know they cant take me; the g-a-n-g, you crazy? I be on them like a message from god Knowledge of self while fake mcs play hard Chorus 4x Outro (2x): Fake mcs they always act hard Im not a sucker so I dont need a bodyguard