Lyrics of Song Straight From Queens

Uncle
Rippin the microphone
And blowin the stage apart.
These mc´s ain´t got no heart
They need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin ´em down
Best at least
F***in ´em up up at least
Smackin ´em in a pilek
Now have a stomp and a smile g.
Raisin
Replacin
Like jason
When i be chasin
These rappers
Machetti style
Choppin down
Their petty style´s bassin
All in my face
You got the mic
But i gotta getcha off it
You got my rhyme
Now cough it
Brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
You´re nada
Know nota
I´m hotter
You´re a slow trotter.
Karate
Switch the e into an a
And it´s karata.
When i come on
I´m rippin it up
Just like a madman.
I fly your head
Chop off your legs
And make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
All of them i rub out.
You know the time
What´s on your mind
You know i never go out.
I be breakin bouts
Ya boys
Your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
Stick the fork in you
You´re done g.

The instrument´ll rip
With the ultimate
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
Whenever i go
I guarantee
The flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
Just like a 9
Kickin it off in half the time
Takin a break
And makin mine
You´re way behind.
Ya needed a title
And all the uncle
Made your title for ya
Hopin
And prayin
And wishin
That i can´t rap
But i rip all a yall
In half
Look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
Ya kick it
Mmmmm i see goodies
Gimme the mic and hoodie
Now i´ll dick it.
Any
The every
The his
The hers
Of those
Of theirs
Of them.
I see your title
Around your neck
Just swingin loose
I take your gem.
I´m takin it off you neck
With every line that i select
And rappin it up and cuttin
While i´m starin
With disrespect.
Bustin off
Yeah
Squeezin like a vice grip
Blowin ya off the stage
Into the crowd
So have a nice trip.

I´m takin control
I hold
The microphone is good as gold
Fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
Totem pole.
Turnin it out
And gettin wrecked
Is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
Puttin his head
Inside the pavement.
Burnin ´em up
Just like a flame thrower
Rippin ´em
With the cool flower.
Takin ´em out in pairs
Like the man, noah
Holdin ´em up
Just like a trophy
For the world to see.
You really ain´t superb
You see
You´re goin out
Like a girl to me.
Takin your little
Boo-hoo baby
Tear drop
Cryin style
Breakin it down
Until there´s dust
And i´ma vacuum up the pile.
Showin
And provin
And groovin
And makin a movie
On the mic.
Slappin a marlboro
In his mouth
Just like
A dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
Maniac
Mad style
Amazin man
Mackin the mic
Since i was just
A mere child.
Props and props
More props than terminator 2
With pen and pad
I play to you
And on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
Undefeatable lyrically
Expandin my empire
You don´t wanna test me.

Wizard of funkadelic
Every album´s like a relic
Bite the line
Chewin on mine
But ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
Flippin the script
That´s in the bushes
Then walkin around the jam
I´m handin out pounds
And mushes.
You´re makin a face
You wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
Or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
In the world was makin jams
As soon as i set this off
Their mic´s are slidin
Out their hands.
Rockin the junky´s world
With the release
Of every single
Back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
To make ya jingle.
Overlord
Droppin the sword
And choppin off the mic cord.
Rappers are dead
All over the street
In every state i toured.
I´m dealin the truth
With living god
That´s right before ya eyes.
And i´ll be rollin
In hoods and sneakers
You can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
Bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
I´ll rip it up
Until sunrise