Ultra: NYC Street Corner Battle

[thug] I told you this fuckin guy manYo man, yo B, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off[Keith] Shut the fuck upYou never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin lifeYou don't any means to make fuckin money[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn?[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker[thug] Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker[Keith] Suck my dick[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin motherfucker[Keith] You don't have any fuckin knowledge[thug] Fuck you man, conio man, suck my dick man[Keith] Little Italy ay, you don't know about the.. real estate man[thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you wanna do mayn?[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin mayn?[thug] Take this mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}[thug] Take this mayn {*POP POP*} dead now![Tim Dog]Here we go with some new shit, fuck the bullshitBronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?Motherfucker back up, you know whassupPut two in your gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em upMad niggaz wanna have this, murderous statusI'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin apparatusThe fattest, MC of the era, cause terrorCould niggaz fuck with this? Never, but howeverMany foes try to apprehend, they can't comprehendCause when they step to me they don't winI bend, break MC's who fake the funkLeavin wack rappers in the back of my truckThen eat some rat poison and I drink some ammoniaCame out bein that gastric feloniousserial killer, that you know, as KujoFuck around with Dog and get slammed like a sumo"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you can't get wit meI wanna see that nigga from Uptown, who bit meBitin, never writin, that's not excitinI'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like fightinSo come on, BRING IT ON, bring your weaponNo it's not rainin but you still gettin wettenedSmash your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm RandyNiggaz don't want no beef cause I keep the tec handyShoot you from your head to your toeYou have so many holes in your shit it spells act like you know[unknown female MC]Well I thought you knew motherfuckers..Now take a second while I reveal myself into the industryBy smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin MCClear the way for me, unique, delete the weakAs I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it streetLazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappersand crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb shitOoooh! Damn, no stress or contest, the impossibleI stand on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppableGot a train of focus, e'ry track I smoke thisCannabis is nice, six I'm causin a ruckusYou can't fuck with us, known for keepin it trueNot fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do?I address, I'm better than freshMo' potent than stress, now try to test, nigga![Kool Keith]Yeah fuck y'all motherfuckers who need y'all whole albumto prove you got skills, suck thisI'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagonsMy style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+My bald head super sharp, I walk like Telly SavalesNiggaz on a tightrope, they style is off balanceHyper mental like Larry Davis on the instrumentalRappers actin poodle, but I'ma drop the kennelNo threats; don't sleep on me you slept on Bernard GoetzWith a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of thisMy unique style retarded, kids smell the pissWith hand grenades I cut your rectum out with razor bladesEmergency please, gorillas bleedin through they kneesMy style werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you lateI drop sticks of dynamite, open your mailboxDon't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo' glocksYour style berback(?), lion tiger asscrackNo need to worry low prices call me Crazy EddieI put the head to sleep and send that brain to BettyI'm outtie.. five thousand eight