[Verse 1]
Rhyming is a thing that I do at will
Be glad to rock a party just to prove my skill
J-u-ice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's self-explaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when I get dissed, violators pay
I'm a crowd motivator, MC annihilator
Never front the move 'cause I'm not a perpetrator
I don't really mind bein' criticized
But those who try to make fame on my name: die
Rhymes of all styles, all categories
From fresh freestyles to real fly stories
This jam is dedicated to you and your boys
And if you knew what I knew then you'd kill that noise

[Verse 2]
I devastate the crowd while the record spins
So-called competitors have no wins
I laugh at MC's who call me wack
You ordered, and now I'm gonna serve you, Jack
We're respected by all, treated just like kings
How could you have the nerve to say such things?
If you knew at the time what you were saying
You wouldn't be on your knees - praying
You gotta understand I'm not the average MC
At the first sign of trouble grab the mic and flee
Grab the mic, plug in the beat box jacks
Prepare for the battle, then proceed to wax
Take as much time I feel is ample
To duff an MC to be made example
This goes for all sucker MC chumps
Who hear my name, and suddenly Kool-Aid pumps
So if you're thinking 'bout dissing me, better think twice
'Cause next time, brother, I won't be so nice
You can come all alone or bring all your boys
But if you knew what I knew then you'd kill that noise