|
(If you know the song, sing along) |
|
[ J. Sands ] |
|
Ah |
|
Yo |
|
1-2 |
|
3 to the 4 |
|
Ah |
|
Yo, 5 to the 6 |
|
Lone Catalysts, check this |
|
Ah |
|
Yo |
|
When you say you emcee, it doesn't matter |
|
It goes through my head as just chit-chatter |
|
Tryin to front like the Don Juan thug |
|
I pull the plug at the club that you rock at |
|
You need to drop that (oooohhh...) |
|
Mic, give it to the professionals, Lone Catalysts |
|
Ill strategists, steppin to this could be hazardous |
|
To your health, put your DJ up on a shelf |
|
Let him rest a minute till my man Rawls is finished |
|
Put down the Cristal bottle and stop drinkin |
|
That dream is over, ye yacht is sinkin |
|
What you thinkin, I snuff you out while you're blinkin |
|
Strike quickly, swiftly, J. Rawls, hit me |
|
Once, twice, I'm nothin nice with the vocal |
|
Throwin low blows, leavin my tag on your logo |
|
It's only right, rhymes get tossed like phoney dice |
|
Under pressure, I come through like Tony Rice |
|
Breakin down your offense over a four-bar sequence |
|
Beat your shadow, the ill delinquent who keep your fleet tense |
|
In a rhyme combat, embedded tracks |
|
And melt the wax from raps that attack |
|
Kamikaze like the Japs |
|
Niggas too close just move back |
|
Gotta breathe better, dark skies and cold weather |
|
's all I see in Pittsburgh, but yo, back to the discussion |
|
If it wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't |
|
Just ask my cousin, he probably laced about a dozen |
|
Chickens in your fortress, a metamorphis, a change |
|
Go from J. Sands to Jermaine, play the game with the devil |
|
Stocks and bonds, another level |
|
To make cream, hands stay clean like ???? |
|
Been a dream ever since I was the age of 13 |
|
(Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hihihehe...) |
|
Sucker, you missed, aimin that mic at MC J. Sands |
|
We're the Lone Catalysts, is your name Sam? |
|
Cause if it is, step off or get your windpipe tossed |
|
Grab your coat and your scarf and just call it a loss |
|
And hit the road, Sam |
|
And you don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more |
|
Hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more |
|
Check it out |
|
Now I take precaution when I diss an MC |
|
If it's a crew it makes no difference to me |
|
Then maybe I'll flip on the fifth or sixth |
|
Rhyme that I kick - like this |
|
Cause the ryhme that doesn't flip is so incomplete |
|
And maybe - Rawls will give you a beat |
|
You can write your own rhymes, just practise a little |
|
It's so simple, unlike a riddle |
|
It's as easy as countin to 1-2-3 |
|
In other terms: letters L-o-n-e |
|
C-a-t-a-l-y-s to the t is how he be |
|
Yo check it |
|
MC J. Sands checkin out |
|
Special dedication |
|
To my DJ J. Rawls |
|
[ad libs] |
