Lakim Shabazz - Style Wars Lyrics
See, what you gotta do is ( ? ) at stations I'm gracinContest, start the process of eliminationMake a maneouvre, you move too fast to seeWho's next up? Let's see who's ( ? ) decreeMy strike is fatal, you feel the wrath, you're doomedToday is gonna be dog day's afternoonRappers, I torture, teach em what naughty meansPick em like coffee beans and show em what 'off me' meansThey go against, they never win, they get dock-seatedLyrics hit you so hard you think you had a shock treatmentRappers, I pass flash by em like a thunderclapMy mic is a axe, so call me a rappin lumberjackA terrorizin terror makin no errorsYou're a duck, so I'ma pluck all of your feathersMy voice remounts, it's full like a fountainMC's, I caught em, manslaughter em while I'm countinThey mullah, then I look in they crew's eyeWatch em take a deep breath, then step from the setCause my killer instincts will show in deadly waysLook around, can you count all the heads I laid?Lak Shabazz, a menace, a real trouble makerLet it be known that I'm hard, I love to take aWeak wack rapper and make him ( ? ) meBecause he looks like Bozo the Clown to meEverything is serious, nothin to smile forYou gotta brace yourself for the style wars(Ready to go to war - now)(We are ready to go to war - now)Well, I'm back to attack, clash of a mic and a titanI'm fully equipped to rip and totally enlightenLyrics are swift and smooth, hit you real, seeWhen you hear em, you forget all about the beatLak's the name, not a game like double dareMC's get scared or beware because trouble's hereYou wanna battle me? Hey look, go for itYour lyrics are old school, prehistoricAncient, corroded and bustedGreasy and dirty and full of combustionWhat a ( ? ), what a pity, what a waste of timeYou want def rhymes? Here's a taste of mineLyrics I write contain a hard, def styleYours are soft and moist, made out of textile( ? ), put em in the double x fileOf wack rappers, they gotta exileCall me an undertaker, I use my mic like a guillotineTake 10 seconds to find out what killer meanThere's always a sucker in the crowd that'll spill the beansSo just bodybag him and ship him to the PhilippinesMission accomplished like I promisedYou're on a wack staff, I got the last laughI'm cold serious, nothin to smile forYou gotta brace yourself for the style warsCause these are the style warsDJ Cee Just(We are ready to go to war - now)Ah yeah, Flavor Unit in effect1990, small things behind meRighteous Force Productions in effectYou know what I'm sayinCold rippin off necksAnd I'm outta hereWe in effect, y'allPeace
