Xzibit intro:
Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live
Yo its the x to the z from the likwit squad
Hook:
"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- souls of mischief
[xzibit]
All that get money take money sound funny
So I stick to my own I can feel it in my bones
These clones and clowns aint really down
Play the background westbound
Huntin down pussy like a bloodhound
Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places where the sun dont shine
All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
Spend half a million dollars still dont sound tight
Bring truth to the light
I write rhymes for the under
Blunt smokin bottle crackin all day slumber
Who wouldnt give a fuck if the world fell down
As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around
Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
La to elviaire with my man eq
Coming live and direct with your neck like this
Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I stay fucked up
Hook
[del]
Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
Kids are squeamish
When they attempt to refless
Im the apex
Shows get rocked half the words ?
Hold your glock your whole goal is props
Youll never get em
My rhythm just fluctuates
You cant o.d. no matter how much you take
I rush your plates
Crack your lenses clean like benzene
Cool like menthol
My shits the end all
Majorly gain your speed slow your role
You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
Lets go
Underground compress co
Bust these jewels these diamonds out
But still some of these niggas dont know what we rhymin bout
Mine in doubt
Traversing the earth like zombies
And rocks your dirty laundry
Presented to the world as comedy
Del rips it honestly thats why the girls are found of me
And dont be squandering your little flow
You aint got many
Youre fly spinning
We constitution
You seek contribution from del for usage
Over these acoustics
I take time out for use of
Harkus representing proof in you walkman
Lockin competition out of studios
Everyday I live is like a musical
Create my own score
More funkier than shaft on my musical path
Hook
[casual]
They like "ooh. dont say that."
When its lay doe a dat competition where they at?
I diss em
Steady at the rhythm
Like a pilot I keep you silent
Through the turbulence words will get violent
Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
Its the brave courageous lyrically contagious
Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of
An egyptian
We rips then
Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin
Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
With one style older than the sundial
My elaborate connection of words is fun how
I display, dismay this way gettin bissy
Crackers show off the top while Im hittin a j
My immaculate style attackin with nouns and verbs
For the wack it gets foul
Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press
To manifest under pressure
Past style a lyrical treasure
Never the less I get fresher
Its involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
Will dispose of all
When they appear in my crystal ball
I know you wish I fall
"yes yall"
Hook
