Ultimate

Yo, I take your brain on a freestyle excursion Cuttin things up, ask P I'm his surgeon Hip hop emergency, yeah, it's kind of urgent Rapprers getting all washed up in their detergent But I'm still fresh and my lyrics is strong I like Mary J girls all night long I tale the metal back, Colt gave you the gun Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song To mess with the best reach inside your purses Put that money on the men with live verses Top to the bottom, bottom to top I Make the rest look drunk like a bottle of vodka In the alley way, bent, leaning over the stoope Used to roll with my beats now I roll in the coupe With the quickness, quick mix without the relic If it's anyting good I'm about to grabb it Hook One, two, one, two One, two y'all, one, two, one, two One, two y'all, it's the ultimate shit That you got to go get with the niggas legit Large Professor You listen to a hardcore legend of rap With the doller sign rhyme and a five star track I travel the scenes all across the world Even Mexico bustin that Charles Suprero And ther's no jokes, large coast to coast Listen to grown folks, while you takin your toast I be straight like that bent line juming out genuine Automobile with the back seat climb Straight captain of the south and the north And I ride trough the streets so I care for law Better stay on, niggas be writing with creon I type in the laptop, quick to spray on Like crylon, dvd made out of nylon With the ribbon, kill them with that Larry Bird weapon Hot now ever since when I was warm I was telling y'all I would take the world by storm Now it's on Hook One, two y'all, one, two, one, two One, two y'all It's just rhymes