Live off the Top
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In a land of MCs, where many are dope
Only a few can rhyme off the top of
Their head and say what comes to mind
And today we gonna witness that
Hit it
Uh, yeah, come on, check it out
This is Craig G, the year is 1990
The brand new decade for new rappers to come up and get paid
You know what I'm sayin'?
Got my man DJ Clash behind the board
Got my man Marley somewhere on this planet
And we got this new album
It's called Now That's More Like It
Know what I'm sayin'?
So I'ma rhyme off the top of my head so I can hype it
I got the flow in my mind and in my system
Rapper step too close, yeah, man, I'm gonna diss him
Leave him all dead, eyes bloodshed, bloodshot
'Cause I got the microphone to rock
This is my spot, my time in the limelight
And yo, I can rhyme right, so let me get my time in flight
Because, yo, I just might
Pick up the microphone and give a rapper a hype
'Cause I don't like to fight, I just like to flow
One-on-one, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Now let's compare shows
Let's see who makes the crowd scream, "Ho"
My name is Craig G and I'm a real rap pro
I'll steal your show and continue to flow
'Cause I don't need a rapper to run up and challenge a
Red, white, green, purple, blue, black or lavender
It don't matter the color, I can even battle your mother
Yeah, I know it's funny 'cause I make money
Never get my microphone because rappers never knew
I can pick up the mic and leave you coughin' like the flu
True, my time is due
Five years on the mic and not no one has a clue
Who is I and who I am
I know it sounded kind of ignorant, but you can say, "Damn"
I'm kind of flam off the top
No need for written rhymes 'cause the rhymes I say right now rock
Give me a show
So I can grab the microphone and go solo
Yo, you wanna fight? Then let's step outside
I'll stick this mic in your eye
And leave you bleedin' with a cement shoe on
In the river, cookin' you like a crouton
Throw you in my salad, hit you like a mallet over the head
I wonder if he's dead
Let me check, nah, what the heck
I guess I'll break his neck and split his wrist, put him in check
You know how that goes
MC Craig G is like the real rap pro
Any kind of mic, a cordless mic
A mic with a wire, I set the stage on fire
No need for dancers, although I even got two
Rappers try to front 'cause the microphone'll chop you
DJ Midrange on the two-twelve techs
Pick the microphone up and gain respect
My name is MC Craig G
See, you know you can't fuck with me
I got the microphone in my socket and I'm gonna rock it
Pick up a mic and then drop it
Just like a load of laundry
How many rappers try to con me?
And can't deal, you ain't even got the skill
I grab the mic and give the rappers the dill
I'm kind of slippery, just like a eel
Damn, I got skill, don't I?
I pick up the mic and get hype type fly
You can never deal 'cause you know you'll never try me
In a contest to prove who's best
Because I'm way, way better than the rest
MC Craig G is a dope MC
And I smooth out the rough spots, untie the tough knots
And no matter how hard you try, you won't get props
That's word
Oh, and by the way, I'm outta here, peace