My Style

[Intro] Yeah Masta Ace, Mighty Moe Lettin ya know what our style is BK all day [Verse 1] Listen what I bring to the table like a waitress A lot of skill you can feel that it's greater kids A lot better than that stuff you used to hearin You can't tell from the past what your future's bearin I just know that mine's bright like a halogen Got these rappers breaking out like a [?] The game's foul again but ("That ain't my style") I sit and smile at the top of the [?] again Adjust my eyes while these rap guys shuck and jive You dudes fake like a five five fucking five Phone number, I aim while they duck and dive That ain't my style man, I jump in the truck and drive In other words I put the pedal to the metal man While they goin back and forth llike a shuttle van On the other hand, I'm doin everythin a brother can It's ?? Yeah, that's my style [Hook] Yeah, that's my style [Verse 2] You are highly anticipated but you barely made it Always so intoxicated while I'm really faded I be sober like a judge on a murder trial To make sure that when I spit you never heard a [?] Anywhere near it's clear it's my style I got a right to be, this is called hostile Your little hot style is made in a microwave That's why I'm comin for your throat like a shave Yeah, that's my style [Hook]