Tekster: King Tee. Freestyle Ghetto.

(See, look, look)
I grab the mic and start breakin' down niggas
Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom
Ain't no mic checkin' worse
Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's wack

I draw back the cap for the peelin'
Should of stuck to rock dealin'
'Cuz it's the blood stealin' super vil
Chill, stayin' high like the ceilin'

See there ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown, throw down
Your best style, I'll bust
Yo, I write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up

Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect, I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials

Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit' a dental
And a loaded pistol, no longer lookin' in the window
I'll bust a field wit' indo killin' quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here

Like a fuze, start spreadin' the news
It's 94 and Breeze is givin' niggas the blues
I paid my dues and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom, 'cuz I'm about to explode

And drop bombs like a B1, cops I seize none
And niggas step up, I soak emcseason
Three seconds to destinate, you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin' featherweight

I ain't the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on tour

Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours
I'm psycho pathic like Manson ain't wit' the dancin'
But still I get more Cheers than Ted Danson
More dough than Marino or roles than Pacino

You beatin' me? That's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin' I'm unbeatable, I'm sayin' I'm untouchable
Livin' comfortable just like a Huxtable
Plus I'm rollin' wit' the cross roads

Movin' fast forward, while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But I'm a stay black

No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this nigga

For the balls basketballs microphones gassin' grass
Hey, some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass
93 mandingo 94 I'm the Pharaoh
'Cuz I'm b-bad to the bone marrow

I get wild wit' more styles than the martial arts
I need weed, I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the Ro was a looter
Now I'm writin' raps on my lab-top computer

J-Ro the tittie fiend, rap dean, wearin' green
Been on the scene, since the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic, now's my turn
I got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne

Wit' da bitches tunin' me in
Like it's the Young and the Restless
Next up to bust my shit from the L-I-K-S's
Yes, it's the freshest wit' lyrics rough around the edges

I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of Benson Hedges but hold up, wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht

'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables while I throw these lyric atcha

So slow down before ya fuck wit' my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey and turn ya self around