I Got an Attitude

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Aurally potent, lethal, bust steady Man your battle stations, I'm ready Cold gettin' bigger, an idol-like figure Play me if you want and make like a trigger Squeeze off your best, you can huff and puff But it's kiddie stuff because your best ain't good enough Stand at attention, your body in line This ain't your average rhyme, if it is, it ain't mine Ducks, has-beens, I'ma show them all I'm not a joker but I laugh 'cause y'all can't brawl I roll the mic, smoked, I lay it to rest Embalmed in my palm, I touch it and it's blessed Got style, I know the routine All punks poppin' junk can't join my team I got an attitude [Verse 2] I run through the motions, I don't ramble 20:1 I'm up to par, don't gamble I take it 'til you're broke, you think it's a joke? The last duck that laughed choked from my smoke I light the mic on fire, set alarms to perk Antoinette is alert, I put bodies to work My attitude fills the room, you can feel the tension And if I ain't around, just mention I'm on the way with the mic at my side Watch the ducks hit the road up to Duckhill Drive When I finally approach I'll be in the mood To get loose and get mine, me and my attitude I got an attitude [Verse 3] Come to the party with an attitude, a mood to chill When the music starts kickin', I can't keep still Biters watchin' me, eyein' me, waitin' to make Little rumors causin' tumors that I might break But I'll never break, I'll just arrest the crowd There's no ifs, no ands when it's pumped up loud Cause I'ma rush 'em, crush 'em, shame, tame and blush 'em Voices that are moist - I'll hush 'em I'm no joke, the mic smoker of chicks From the pack I'm the pick, no, it ain't no trick I got rhymes that'll rock ya, beat that'll knock ya If it don't shock ya the body'll stop ya, but Don't play it close, other words: hands off Deep voice, hot, moist, playin' hard when you're soft You want a cutie? Don't mean to harness the charm Dom Perrignon in the arm, duck alert the alarm I'm not braggin' or boastin', don't wanna be rude But sad sorry-looking Sallys keep tellin' me I got an attitude [Verse 4] You wanna know why I play you like that? I don't like your face Take your running shoes off, you ain't in this race Kick back, sit back, step off, sit down and be numb Feed crumbs to bums, rock rhymes over drums It ain't complicated, must I break it down? Def rhymes from a lady with a real live sound Must admit it: I'm with it, so get with it, you dig? Flossin' carat and gear, real hair, not a wig Bodily, I'm vivacious and vocally gracious Antoinette's put together in all the right places Fit to carry wit, makin' hit after hit Never ask me to quit 'cause I'm eternally lit You ain't ready, baby, sorry Sally, this is my thing A lot of male vocalists can't even hang And if they sound like a sissy when they diss, they just piss me Off, I get wild and on the mic I get busy Bold just like a bee, I'm the queen of this thing Rock a beat inside out like Whitney can sing Clear my throat, hit a note, cold scold and bruise ya Run circles with my words, I finds and lose ya Run ya ragged to the edge, you must be on Quaaludes Don't be comin' in my face, breathin' loud, sayin' I got an attitude