Microphone Pon Cok

Yo, microphone pon cock, keep it locked
Yo, all these niggas know the steelo
On the regular, on the floor
Yo, know the steelo
On the regular, keep it locked
On the floor, yo, yo
Niggas know the steelo, rock on the regular
The pon cock lyricist

Yo, it be the dawnin' of a new era, check the terror
Of the clever, style, shine in any type of weather
Hail, sleet, or hurricane, monsoon, rains when I rule fools
Even if they pack tools, they can't loosen my screws

My style's crisper, stealthy, does shit in the whisper
Down low, filthy steelo, not the bullshit with the glitter
I glimmer, like a nova, roll over, I rides in the Range Rover
You can't survive even with luck from a clover
For lease, I prefer the seven leaves of Budapest cess
The potent strain, like Cristal Mist, I reach your brains

I got more flavors than ingredients in delis
Makin' all these niggas jelly 'cause I'm strong to the max
In fact, I can wait for fifty years 'fore I bust
And then erupt and crush MC's without no ring rust

Hah, we gettin' stupid when I rock
Microphone pon cock, keep it locked

Microphone pon cock, keep it locked
From the corner to the crevices, straight from the block
Like a locksmith, me lock it down lock
Everything cut down and everything stop
From the boy, everything must be lock
I'm in front the mic and the place run hot
That's right, don't play, we a lick it non-stop
X amount of licks from straight me head top
Let me take it from here

Excusez-moi, baby boy, I'm hittin' harder than your left jaw
Careful, stance or withdraw, I likes it rough, rugged, and raw
A microphone fiend, super, supreme
A fool I pity, like my girl Nicki, I let off steam
When I'm wreckin' shit, I'm a force to be reckoned with
Cause definite dysfunctions

You couldn't connect to my shit with conjunctions
Get eaten like luncheon meat, capiche?
Not one can compete, roll with the elite squad
And we roll deep, rock from alpha to omega
Lay your cards on the table, get verbally disabled
You best pick up a thesaurus, your shit is bull like Taurus
This ain't your day, so don't try to play Morris

I bust backs with lyrics that break bones
Like bats, crack my knuckles, get touched by the untouchable
I be one of the baddest, put up your dukes 'cause I'm a hazard
You're gonna need a miracle like Jesus of Nazareth
To save you from disastrous repercussions, 'cause we be bustin'
Dogg Pound much too much and them lil' niggas still don't give a fuck
So duck down, rappers are in danger

You don't want to feel the wrath of rage, it's too much anger
I rearrange your whole train of thinkin'
What was you thinkin'? My loose lips got your ship sinkin'
You're dead and stinkin', you're dead, you're done
Lyrical murderer, remain number one
That's how it is, son

Microphone pon cock, keep it locked
From the corner to the crevices, straight from the block
Like a locksmith, me lock it down lock
Everything cut down and everything stop
From the boy, everything must be lock
I'm in front the mic and the place run hot
Don't play, we a lick it non-stop
X amount of licks from straight me head top

The microphone pon cock, locked and keyed
Smack dab in the middle of my pocket
Baby, you don't want to knock with me
'Cause I'm not to be fucked with, you can't touch this
The French I speak'll spread you out like mustard, I'm luscious
The dutch is extra large like deluxe is, yo, bust this

You don't wanna get clutched within my clutches
It'll be a rainy night in Augustus

Georgia on your mind? Nah, slaughterin' these rhymes
At any given moment, at any given time

If anyone think that I'm lyin', show your stuff
Where you want it? Head or gut? I think that I've had about enough

I think you done ran straight out of luck
All you chickenheads talkin' that chickenhead cluck
You're stuck, about to get plucked, so what?
I'll take you at, uh, twenty-thousand degrees
Or at twenty-thousand leagues under the sea
You try to be the big fish, I play you like bumblebee, tuna
You couldn't blow up the spot better
Than this if you were the Unabomber
I got that shit fatter than your mama, the drama

Ragin' and m'nah take any or any
Come mosey on over my way, baby, I got goods and I got plenty
If any step, they'll get flipped like pennies
Heads or tails, call it in the air

Get blinded by the diamond puff glare, you're stuck in a stare
I double dare all these hotshots that think they too hot to trot

You ain't got the mots, your shit stinks like farts
Turn it up a notch, who's hot? You not
Do stop, you just got dropped
By the one who's got it locked, microphone pon cock

Microphone pon cock, keep it locked
From the corner to the crevices, straight from the block
Like a locksmith, me lock it down lock
Everything cut down and everything stop
From the boy, everything must be lock
I'm in front the mic and the place run hot
Don't play, we a lick it non-stop
X amount of licks from straight me head top

Microphone pon cock, keep it locked
The pon cock lyricist