Pony As Ya Wanna Be Lyrics

When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion Cause I'mcontended to know that I've invented Poetry which has been highly complimented Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf And like Salt-N-Pepa I express myself To make most of you know me, and some of you don't But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't Arrange a battle, improve your style Against a brother with a totally different profile Most of you flake cold front ya flex And hesitate on rhymes that should've been Memorex But you forgot I remember you're an amateur Mystery worshipper, nowI prefer ThatI remind you or tease ya on who's the boss Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss Well get this just as quiet as it's kept MC's on the chart from teh start has slept Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke For what? They take MC'ing for a practical joke You don't have what it takes to be an MC Ya just as phony as ya wanna be You present yourself to be the quiet storm You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form But as they say, yo, to each its own And to each one who plays with a microphone Abbreviate microphone and M.I.C. Meaning what, Myself, I, you see I invite those to battle me then they're through Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too The rap convention or the MC show I have rhymes to block those who hit below The belt, that means biting a rhyme Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save time Now who is known to uphold his own And words are heard like a strong baritone Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold That'll smile in your face and still come so cold That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost Now you're trapped in the Land Of The Lost Should I, could I, would I lose When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth Because you're upset that you ever caused beef Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt Once The Genius gets heated up, suckers will melt Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water Then you can say this was a Goddamn slaughter You don't have what it takes to be an MC Ya just phony as ya wanna be Ain't no rhymes like the one I got They put competitors in a trance, y'all Radio stations ran them a lot They made children play and dance y'all How dare ya mention you're an MC When the crowd disagrees on who claim to be Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release And that only make the crowd boos increase Hey, may I say I'll stay a DJ MC who try to defeat me or portray One who claims he gain much respect But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked Cauise getting with me is definitely a slaughter Or diving in a pool head first without water So don't set yourself up to get brutalized That only happens when you're not energized Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic Oka, got it in your head, correct That I'm victoriouson any subect You disbelieve, then huh, call the title Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol It's like..zap...another one on my jock strap Now you walk around praising my name Cause i'm slamming and I make you feel the pain You don't have what it takes to be an MC Ya just phony as ya wanna be