Rhyme Supplier
Yo I know you need my fix like your fiendin for smack
Cause I get you high when you put the needle on wax
This is Dusty Crates up in the place, I hustle tapes
Your not the same, you fuckin fakes is custom-made
I don't trust you lames, you just lust for fame
That's why the stuff you say gets hushed on stage
When my rhymes got power like....... bust the guage!
And stay sharper than a rusty blade that cuts your face
So just sit back and zone with me - puff the haze
and get a rush like you duck the jakes and flush the caine
Ain't noone better than me, I'm so ahead of MC's
that I wen't platinum even before my record released
Step to me? Please, if you pussy's testin my steeze,
the second you speak you'll be layin dead on the street
When I got the audience noddin their heads to the beat
You keep em on the edge of their seats ready to leave
I got you silly, kiddie candy rappers kept in a lease
and I don't settle the beef till you beg on your knees
Stop talkin bout mesherin keys and reppin the streets
Cause waterguns is the only weapons you've squeezed
What you yappin about? I give you a smack in the mouth
and make you dig your own grave in the back of yo house
You tryina coppy my style but you can't top my high
Cause when I'm droppin lines it's like I stop the time
I supply you with that crack when I'm rockin mics
Servin these cats like I was hustlin.. clockin rhymes