My beats are slammin
My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
Hip-hop crowd mixed with rah rah rah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin me for mercy, God stop the music please
No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
Make a crowd say HO at a strip SHOW
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
So you betta run for cover!
Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo money yo pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
Is he gonna live God? No, the nigga dies
The maximum of MC's are populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
Now all in together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Ahh shit, here I go once again
Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old Al Green shit
Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note down
To the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get
FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Help master! *battle ensues*
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I didn't know who you were