Off The Record

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Whether outdoors or indoors the crowd will endorse My show and end yours, that's natural loss I get crazy applause, they Buju like Banton I chant down Babylon, it's the countdown. We're livin' in the last couple of days That's why I never kick wack rhymes, 'cause ain't no time to waste No time to fake, no time to chase the papes Time to get it straight in nineteen ninety hate That's the number and the mindstate The only way you fuckin' with my style is if it's rape But I got the mase and the pepper spray in my purse After the battle one of us leavin' the hurse I don't care if it's me, but it's probably gonna be you though But I'm chillin' like Blue Note's played on pluto I won't get mad, if you say, you took out Promoe I'd just relax, sit back and watch ya nose grow *Suckas step up* *You wanna battle* *Don't even try it* Yo, my style's off the record, but don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record Cause than it's off the record - Suckas! If I cross you out or diss you in a rhyme Take it as a compliment: I think you worth the ink and the time Who me, Promoe, with the messed up hair Don't mess with me though, cause I bust rhymes in pairs And fuck with dead emcees like necrophiliacs But I can't dig 'em, they actin' like maniacs Thinkin' that the Promoe could ever get beaten That's like a Danish guy gettin' drunk in Sweden Not very likely, cause when I step on stages I get props from smoke spots to internet homepages See my show as a sermon on the mouth Givin' MCs god's word and what it's all about It's about this I'm in crisp on the mic To me all ya other clicks sound alike So fuck you, plus your weak producer Don't face you, you better face Medusa I'll turn your weak flesh into solid stone Simply because I rock on the microphone And it don't stop, it goes on and on Like havin' sex with Erykah Badu till the early morn' Check it out, it don't stop I keep on, 'till the neighbours call the cops Cause my style's off the record, but don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record Cause than it's off the record - Technic *You wanna battle* *Suckas step up* *Don't even try it* MCs talk a lot of shit, I make 'em eat every word of it I'm from the Looptroop crew, I bet you heard of it And still you wanna face me - not even the man in the mirror can Who you? A Swedish kid tryin' to be American Couldn't take me out if I was the track You wanna battle then you better bring some caps Cause I'm takin' all your stash even when I'm drinkin' back In the soundclash on yo' ass like a rash Really rational lyrics, spit like ammo from the lips of P-R-O-M-O The mindstate scientists ain't figured yet Your style compared to mine is niggarettes to cigarettes You illiterate, I'm educated The university of hip hop you never graduated I heard some decent MCs rhyme from the top of they' heads But I rhyme from the bottom of my heart, 'nuff said *Suckas step up* *You wanna battle* *Don't even try it* My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second My style's off the record, but don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record, how I'll off you in a second My style's off the record, but don't turn off---