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]