Freestyle?

[Intro] Aw yeah, aw yeah It's just an I.N.C. thing, ya know For now and forever For the 9 everything Lord Digga in the house DJ Lord Kasim, Cella Dwellas ya know This ain't off the top of the head but it's still a freestyle for those that don't know the real meaning Check it out... [Verse 1: Masta Ace] One time for your mental zone, I'm prone To wreck this microphone, leave me alone I'm in my own world, watch your girl I get juice like Jheri curl, mix styles like swirl I handle, like Pearl but it's mics I grip Yikes I rip, no one gets hype like I get I rock when I skate roll and bounce, so get down I wrecks boys to men from every H town Watch as I pound and give MC's the shakes Flakes, I make more noise than car brakes So vroom vroom as I zoom and shift gears and blaze Amaze, and break down styles like Hyundais So praise, this here rap skills is tight My shit's thick like shakes from Castle White No switch that And put the Castle last as I wrassle past Weak rappers that's more flammable than gas So roll him around Roll him around, roll him around I'm holding 'em down My lyrics grow from the ground Until it's gigantic, don't panic I'm botanic like the garden, I'm starting To get a green thumb, and I seen some Try to get fly like roaches from Texas But why? Would you want to flam and get foul like ham Damn Digga did you see that Grand Am? I never seen no kit like that Shit like that is lethal Thems my kind of people [Hook: Queen Latifah sample x3] Dig it while I rip it Check it while I wreck it That's what we's about to do [Verse 2: Masta Ace] I never heard a sound played so heavy and so clear Oh yeah I swear this is my year to tear And just uh, get the best of, the rest of Wack MC's that talk more shit than Esther You're crazy like Compton and Brownsville And the sounds will wax that ass and pound still This is the thunder from up under The power, I tower And get mad busy like rush hour Niggas know my lyrical history It's no mystery so I want this to be understood I burn more than Chuck D in Hollywood And I probably should, say what I want to say Call me benchwarmer cause nigga I don't play When it come to bass, I explode the planet Dammit And then jack more sons than Janet Anytime, anyplace I burn like perm Germ I'm damaging domes like ringworm I rip mics from Jordan, Tyson, to Irvin Bolton to Keaton, Jackson I'm serving Suckers like a waiter So they betta play the side And I'm deep like the dish in your rims And that's the ride It's like that kids