[Verse One]
I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex
Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah)
I bring it ruff when I be rockin'
Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)
Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy
Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy
I got a appetite for the mic
Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight
Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect
Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)
I hate a biter laying in the cut
Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this)
I did a style and Tony Touched 50 MCs
Niggas wanted to here me rock it way overseas
I said I'm so ill
Deaf niggas be dancin to my jams still
I spit shit dead niggas could feel
Stay in my zone to keep shit sellin
Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin
You wanna know if a nigga is real
Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes
If he tell you that he got a peal
So you can read em like that
That niggas not a dawg he's a mutherfuckin cat
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things
All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring
Don't try to be somthin that your not my nigga
Or you might get your fakin ass shot my nigga
[Verse 2]
Check it out...
To the Beat ya'll i make it rock on and on
Like night time being around before morn' (check it out)
I rock on my own label just like The Artist
Without the high heel boots and no I