Mr. Lif - The Nothing Lyrics
(*horn scratching beat intro*)(Verse 1)A lot of these MCs tend to freezeWhen someone mentions kicking freesTalking 'bout he's kicking a freestyleHe must be senileForgot that he wrote that track last nightThat's rightIf me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fightAte him up down to the last bite, with maple syrupYou're up nextAfter you I'll drink a Beck'sContact another L, listen to raising hellRun these MCs back to the labWhen I stab tracks I slash backsMax like simayBring your ass to the battle, see what happensGive me a beat to rip on, and Mr.Lif will catch frames like a dip-onSnapshot when my rap drops from my trackRocks and jams your lap-topCause your disk drive can't get this ladThis guy willing to diss guys in the right of disguiseThis is what wack niggas despise(soft voice)I hear what you're saying,But what is it exactly that you're doing(Verse 2)I go back to the future like jiggawattsCome back to present time, they say this nigga rocksThis jam probably shocks blocksAnd throws djs in the beat crazeYes ladies and gentlemen real hip-hop is backThe gotta rip tracks, smack the wack until the stage crackGet off the stage black, you're of lesser caliberI battles stars like galacticaSo if you're *****ed, get up I'm coming after youAfter you see me you'll probably fleeThat's no use, cause I rock rhymes and stop signsJam up your block linesIn text with mic checksChop MCs necks then say nextEvery concept is a bomb threatFeared by the pentagon, wear a center-bomb in a black boxSo the black shotsNow they want the guard with the black rocksCause the fight against crack-rocks, and give back glocksTo suffering ghetto tenants who got out of detoxAnd bleedox that report for slave ships and beat the shit out of those thatwave whipsHave you heard of Mr. Lif, word is flav flips(*horn scratching beat heard at beginning*)(Verse 3)Any MC on my shitlist gets ripped with the quicknessAll those in favor say 'I like witness'I'm about to get physical like fitnessYou paper like litmus, you'll get bustsNow increase my implant, I've been ampedI've been champ cause I'm quite tightMr. Lif is old school like Light BrightScaring nigga like fright nightWe might fight cause you might biteTry to walk my tight rope and I might scopeMCs that think they're quite dope but can't quite copeWith a style that's sinsicular to sickle your throatQuote for quote, note for note there's no hopeNow carry that back to your crew and ask them what they wanna doProbably nothingIf they said they wanna see me, they're probably bluffingProbably only tough in the bathroom mirrorRhyming over r and b tracksBut I still bump, ease back like it was brand newThat's while all my shit stick like bambooAin't no situation I can't handleWhen it comes to you and your mic getting mangledI take some time out to take your rhyme outAnd if I can't be there myselfI'll create a genetic replica to step you(*horn scratching beat heard at beginning*)(*scratching of the word "Hey" during beat outro*)
