The Message

The Message
Featuring unique london

[thirstin howl iii]
The rhymes you about to hear nevertheless of my own
This is for all you young mc's oh my how you've grown
You got bigger better stronger and much faster
I remember you were small or slow
With a speech impediment and had asthma
You a comedian when you started doin stand up?
And where you come up with all these fuc*** stupid answers?
Your rhymes would be cute
If you wrote em on a pad that was pink
When mc's think, they're above the rim
I make them realize they really below the sink
Before we battle, check it out, i got these rules
You can't say: nine, spine, time -- all that shit is pre-school!
You could talk of shootings, but tell me so i would be clear
But don't brag about coke deliveries that will never be here!
Don't mention your chickenhead and all her clothes by versace
When she needs some orthopedic shoes - she's pigeontoed and knock-kneed!
Save me the part about, timb's and bandanas
Frontin in front of cameras, braggin about what your man does
I heard enough: glocks, cocks last year
That took niggaz to the cashier
But that ain't happenin for your ass here!
I'm amazed in your sudden interest for espanol
But see, i won't, rhyme, out the house, unless i'm told
Don't speak of ice unless it's from the freezer

Your rolex and lexus in texas, i don't wanna hear that either
How much cash you got is really none of my concern
As long as all of this is established, let me hear you, it's your turn