Live At 90.3 ’94

Lyrics

This is gonna be a little bit more menacing- check it out, check it out You know, its cool if fools is on the vibe, but when they're not You know what I'm saying... I mean Imagine Lateef Squaring off against MC Who-Gives-a-Fuck And just give him the buck So he can pass it type flow Kind of passing no skills to speak of Nor command and commend cause the truth he's bending Lying like a wall to wall rug In the ending he just be acting like your long lost friend If you conversing try explaining it's a shame you don't spend More time rehearsing, but lame-brains you more concerned With meeting some type of famous person to be Instead of brushing up on freestyle techniques I see smiles appearing on faces that them they Peeping understand the truth I speak Bave em unleash the shit is deep out six feet Some seek security in sleep Closin' they eyes tapping their heels talking about 'I know this ain't defeat' But it's only his own perception affected by misconception everyone else Detecting the self, deception shall techs flex It's ammunition for the lessons expressions off lookers grill shoot Just whose skills it is in question Told ya won't have to ask I kill without discretion at times With interjections disrespecting when agitation with hesitation leaves room The calculating the brother's decapitation Heads must be basing, contemplating they could equal my station I'm at some other elevation where revelations is commonplace If it was just a drop of flavor you was tasting Not a selection collection I'd still be incinerating your extra sensory perception Watch your third eye widen due to rough penetration