The MC

[Verse 1]

Bitches on my line, this a probate

H2O flow and I don't hold gate

This is no trial, this a closed case

I swear my mans flippin' birds like a road rager

I'm no angel, my hoes like a Sega

Streets of Rage 2, I make them hoes skate

Don't let the flow escape, just let me float above

I'm blowing loud out the clouds; "Turnt up"

And these worth bucks, fuck ifs or maybes

Yeah surfs up, Harlem hoes say I'm "wavy"

LA girls say I'm "hella tight"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Call it what you want, I'm what you like

I'm ballin' all my life

I'm Sydney Dean, y'all Wesley Snipes

Never really been into the ice

My lady friends never really be into the life

I like a deep thinker, I like a wine drinker

I like a dutty wine bitch with some vagina piercing

I like a good listener, I like a sense of humor

I like a ho that likes a ho just for my amusement

OK, I like to think I'm likable

I like to think I write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Don't know why they fightin' for, don't know why they arguin'

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Then they get that chopper like they don't know where a Target is

And I'm shoppin' like I don't know where a Target is

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid Neiman Marcus shit

(Stupid Neiman Markus shit)

Bring the hook, I think I need to spark again

[Chorus]

MC'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

MC'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

[Verse 2]

Uhh! yeah smokin', yeah I should stop

Everyday is 420, every moment's Woodstock

Everything is good but these haters wish I would stop

Penetrating the culture but I do it til' this Wood Stop, Uhh!

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by Lyricist

Got it lock like Styles, Sheek, Kiss and them

The irony in that is I ain't all about the Benjamins

I'm all about my woman friend, benefits to get it in

BBM Pinnin' me some pictures in they intimates

Womanizing to say the least

And everything after Nautilus ain't a beat

Daytona 5 Grey S5

With the baddest out of 3 dimes; Lisa "Left" Eye

My Flow Chilly TBoz

Watch with 30 rocks in it, No Peacock, a little NBC talk

I smoke and let the tree talk

I'm goin' at the green Rock-steady/Bee-Bop

No longer do I freestyle, money for the strippers

They comin' after me huh, they probably off the dippers

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

My side is all riders, your side don't buy tickets

I love them fly swattin' bitches, pull my fly down when I'm wit 'em

[Chorus]

MC'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

MC'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter

Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter