Come Clean

You wanna front?
What?
Jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky, duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make them faggot flambé
Your nine spray
My mind spray
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results?
You're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that game
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 flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you can 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 then bust a cap in you back
In fact
My rap snaps you 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 you up out of your brainwashed state
Stagnate
Nonsense
But if you persist
You'll get your snotbox
Bust you
Press up on this
I flip
Hoes dip
None of the real niggas slip
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
(Our own hits rock 'cause we're dropping some shit)
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 gangsta babble
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
You're rattling on and on and ain't sayin nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bump 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 comatose
The king
I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocker
I got you
Out on a limb
I'm about to push you off the brink
Let you draw your craw
But you burning shot breaks
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 tech'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 rock smelling the clutch of this untoucha'
You claim you got beef on the streets
So what you going to do when real niggaz 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 waxed