Audition - Big L
Yo one two  one two  go 'head  you can drop it
Yeah one two one two  I go by the name of the Big L
Ya know what I'm sayin'  Rock this with Rock N  Wills
The hardpack tape  aight it go like this
Ayyo I got the gift o' gab
To lift and grab  the mic
And recite hype rhymes
That'll rip and rag and drag a fag MC
Who likes to nag a lot
And brag a lot
Talkin about the lyrics that he have are hot
Step to this and get lit like a candle troop
Rhymes I hook up  MCs I cook up
Like Campbell's Soup
I throw rhymes like a quarterback
Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed
Bum rushed and all o that
Rhymes never sound wack
Cause I got em down pat
Your rulin time is over
So gimme your crown jack
I get hype fast
And MCs might last
A minute with me
Because their rhymes are light as a feather
And mines are heavy like a big brick
Rappers catch a fit quick
When I start to kick shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MCs that tried to get wit me hops
That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box
The crown is still mine cause I kick ill rhymes
A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
Or beat eggs or whip cream
I'm smoother than Vaseline
And I'm a stone cold rappin fiend
A lot of new jacks are comin' out  but that's cool
Cause I'm the principal of the new school
Alright check this out  another joint like this
Yeah  aight  check it out
I control the microphone like a robot
My lyrics are so hot  props I got a whole lot
Cause wit a pen and some paper this man makes
Rhymes that're so damn great  with flavor like pancakes
I'm kickin rhymes like a game of kickball
I'm rough like a brick wall  MCs take a big fall
For tryin to get with this  I'm too swift with this
A microphone murderer full with magnificence
A def rapper and also a swell one
In a battle I cook MCs well done
My hits are consecutive
I'm a lyrical executive
Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live
So to be safe on the microphone homes
Recite your own poems or get your dome flown
Or put in a boot camp  L is the new champ
I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp
I'm throwin rhymes like a pitcher throws a  curve ball
And I'm a serve all punks that try to brawl
So stop sleepin on me  don't even doze hops
Or I'm a heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top
Stuffin  I'm bum rushin  shorts I'm takin none
My rhymes weigh a ton  I'm not fakin son
You're the one who's fakin  tryin to be a duplicate
Can't kick stupid shit  tell you the truth  you should quit
Rappin  start snappin  cause all you is a joke
Battle L and get smoked
Yo I overthrow ya and have ya screamin like a rollercoaster
Guzzle you down like a small cup o Coca-Cola
I'm goin through MCs like a ransack
Stand back  as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak
Your rhymes are rusty g  you can't f**k with me
That's why you're hidin in protective custody
L's not the one and I keep MCs runnin
I hurt em like bunions  make 'em cry like onions
I'm a lyrical fighter and I'm brighter than Einstein
Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine
Foot put in your ass for bein a crook
Hit with a vital hook and get your title took
Yeah  I'm a pass it to my man
Haha  said he got flavor  Yeah you keep that flowin
Yo I'm the microphone murderer
And I'm known for bustin' mad caps
I was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap
Causin a nightmare  I don't fight fair
Niggas playin hard rock  hopin they might scare
The B-I-G-L but I'm not to be f**ked wit
You're tryin to take your idol's title
You on some bugged shit
I keep the women fiendin and screamin for my smooth shit
My rhymes are mad thick and yours is thin as a pool stick
F**k it  bust it  I like it rough and rugged
Your style is wick wack and played out like nugget
Bracelets  face this  you can't erase this  escape this
Break this  take this  cause I bake this
I get so loose on beats that I produce
Niggas be frontin crazy hard and got no juice
They softer than paper plates  the lyrics I make is great
A few sheets of loose leaf and a Erasermate
Is all I need to write rhymes that are extra fly
Mics I wreck and fry  rappers I petrify
Pack a ff fif with eight shots
With one you get popped
And now you're locked in a box  dead  with no props
I'm not jokin  there's no time for snappin
Niggas that be yappin  I'm puttin caps in
So base up or get sprayed up to the waist up
You'll get found faced up  police can't trace up
Fingerprints  why  Because I leave no evidence
Big L's the name  one three nine is the residence  peace