* originally the b-side to "Suckas Need Bodyguards" off of Hard to Earn



[Guru]

The question remains.. which MC's will reign

Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain

"Ask yourself the same question"

"What is it.."



Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug

Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug

Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice

All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price

So take that phony hardcore look off your grill

Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill

This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed

You get replaced you get demoted

I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville

I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains

Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and

denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters

fake mystics; so let me make this specific

You know we're nearest the original gifted

Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve

As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls

They can't deal with the realism

When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them

They're gonna need crazy help

When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf



"Ask yourself the same question"

"What is it.."

The question remains.. which MC's will reign

Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain

"Ask yourself the same question"

"What is it.."



So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!"

My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry

of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace

You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race

I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin?

I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin-acapo