This is a song about "Real mcs"

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Dont blame me i had wack mc syndrome wanna blast mcs n then some

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Im carving a cavity callously in mcs that manfully stand to me-with peace n love

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Many mcs think they can and if any stand

Im carving the cavity in mcs that manfully stand to me, but ill beat them up

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

But it's clouds over here

Where real recognize real