Lyrics
, yo duke, you're dead wrong; tou'll never have the skills like mine, i write the ill type rhymes now i'm reaching my prime, 360 dunk in your face, you can't compete, you're just a basket case, let's separate the men from the boys, and put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys, your game is weak you geek so don't sleep, cause i'll be checkin ya, wreckin ya, when i start to creep, through the backdoor - i know i caught you out there, you got no clout here, and i doubt there, is anyway that you can stop the beat down, you better play the background, and sit back down, chumps like you, i gotta keep 'em in line, so prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine, i'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane, here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain, you strain - to put together some strategy, but you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see, the frown on your grill when i drill and thrill, set up my offense, commence to kill, i'll be leadin from beginnin to end, and after i pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends, and make amends for the silly, trash you were talking, take a walk and your shots i'm swattin, with ease, and the ladies are swoonin, clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin, you oughtta practice up and get your game refined, i've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine, hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad, try to play hard. but i'ma rob, you of your crazy notions to defeat me, you're weak see, i'm rough hardcore, and even be down to give you a rematch, after i wax and tax that butt, when i slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops, but i'll play the awesome defense, i'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench, with tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me, yes all the money, son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise, i'll take you right or go left, because my game's so def, and now you're mine,
Song details
Artist: gang starr