Getting Fierce

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz] This beat is chunky, lyrics are spunky and tough You wanna battle? You ain't funky enough Lak Shabazz'll throw a lyrical roundhouse to uplift The spirits'll hear it 'cause Mark came up with The slamming sound that is dope and high technical You say to yourself this is the best that you've ever heard Coming from a musical sampler The beat is like a [?] baby, the Markey pampers it 'Til it's perfected then he injects it into a tape cassette Mistakes are corrected, he's orally respected Yo Mark, it gets kinda hectic You're the director, so direct this beat in the right direction With my voice in the background kicking the lyrics I'm willing to bet It's gonna go gold, behold the untold My rhymes are hard, yours are soft like a casserole It doesn't bother me to burst your bubble, you want trouble? No problem, I'll give it to you right on the double So quick and fast, you know I will last My name is Lak Shabazz, give me a task, the test I'll pass Pay close attention, so you don't miss the style of the rhyme It has jazz, charisma The hype is here so wipe your tears, my dear It's '88, time to elevate and get fierce I'm getting fierce [Verse 2: Lakim Shabazz] Are you awaken? Well get up on your good foot, listen up Let the fabulous one put this raw deal together That appeals to the adolescent crowd that will appreciate what I do Is kick lyrics, say them loud and clear for y'all to hear it I'm higher, under, I roll like thunder Sometimes down deep in your mind, I know it makes you wonder About what's gonna happen next, you tryna diss That's when I start snapping necks You wanna rumble? Come on, I fight fair My name is not Fred and this is not a nightmare I'm not deluded, polluted I'm one of the coolest, intelligent brothers far-fetched from A foolish man, but certain [?] mine, and do what I wanna do with it I think it's 'bout time to convince you to get into the flow As he rolls and living large, I know you wanna battle me, bro That's a no-no, 'cause many of days go by, my rhymes mature They're pure and not your, I can't be conquered The hype is here so wipe your tears, my dear It's '88, time to elevate, and get fierce