The Host

The Mic... The Booth... The Stage... The Lights... The Cameras... The Action... The Sound... The Album!
Yo I Be the Host with the Mega Most, Forecast tempareture One Be Lo
Wear ya leather coats, If you dont know me by now, You′ll never know
The never sever flow, beats knocking heavens door,
The biters in your telescope, focus your mind, listen to your heart.
Like a stephiscope, i had two options, hip hop or selling dope.
Now guess what i chose?. {Both}. Im in effect with the flows.
I clutch mics, and clutch times, i never choke...
These rappers are off the wall, too bad it wasnt jericho
{Yeah... Thats Too Bad}
Now to the deputy! Hey im here to shoot the Sherrif! Yo!
I spread butter ryhmes on tracks like bread and toast
Teach you some facts of life, only Mrs Garret know.
Yall want the riches, im content with being Never Broke
I aint finished dropping lines, {How Many?}
7 Mo', Now Me ryhming unacceptable, thats Like Pacman
Eating power pellets, being scared of Ghosts
These are my perribles, Sub Deep
Im looking at the world through a perriscope
And ever where i look... and everywhere i go...
And that explains every rhyme that i ever wrote
Some of the illest that you′ll ever quote...