2 Many Mc’s

Lyrics

[Capitol I-Man: - Verse 1] Fuck the actin' lets get the shit crackin' like earthquakes Time to handle fakes I make that ass break like glass plates Dreams get shattered Death and competition never mattered Come test me, bring the quiz I'll rip his yours and the next batter It's clear my atmosphere is all about lyrics I'll make your style generic Not even your homies will wanna hear it, quit wishing That you will ever rank in my division With whack raps like that You'll quickly collapse in this collision Bringing into your brain like a migraine that's atomic You got a headache so big with 'Capitol I-Man' written on it My flows penetrate my lyrics decapitate all intruders Bustin like a desperate looter known as the insane shooter Blowing you away, cus to me there could never be no equal Unloaded on you like a 44. Desert Eagle [KRS ONE - Chorus:] "2 Many MC's take that word MC lightly" x4 [Mr. Sinful One - Verse 2:] The syndrome gets iller than a kid with leukemia I crack MC's domes then cause (?) that leaves them with anaemia You lose oxygen your lung cells collapsed then catch asthma Straight up you're dealing with styles thicker than plasma Crews get badgered so take a deep breath Might be your last aftermath, it's a priest reading your epitaph I got you open like a virgin on prom night (?) The limelights got alotta knuckle heads (?) Couldn't rock it if they lived in Houston Abusing MC's with verbal (?) I murder with scripts that bust your lips like Chavez Uppercuts so what the fuck makes you think i won't step to you I'll do like some Scarface did to people he was true to [KRS ONE - Chorus:] "2 Many MC's take that word MC lightly" x4 [Capitol I-Man: - Verse 3] From the front to the back I never slack words Breaking the verbs down to smitherins Its the Mexican X-ing men out like Wolverine Your (?) Elements flipping fat skills like an acrobatic elephant elegance With every motion come like the ocean Welcome to my house Capitol I-Man's hosting Serving you the shit that gang-bangers like to bang with My tongue says shit that your lungs can't hang with Like cancer and no I'm not your R&B dancer You wouldn't qustion my skills If you were looking for some answers [Mr. Sinful One - Verse 4:] Many suckaz fear me I'm versatile like (?) fucked you in the ear you could not hear me That's hearing-aids My lyrics fade fools like it was (?) Got you in my jock like dreadlocks be on a rasta, man You's an imposter like (?) I gotsta bust holes in yours souls and pop your (?) You getting proper opportunities to flee You best retreat Cus I beat MC's like 92.3 And check chins like boxing trainers when I made it Styles perfect like a stranger leaving homes peaces in danger [KRS ONE - Chorus:] "2 Many MC's take that word MC lightly" x4