[ The E
(& DJ Boss) ]
Hey yo Boss
(Yo, what's up?)
OG Style in effect
(For the nineties, baby)
Yo, a lotta those groups out there think that they on top of the game
Well, why don't we let em know what's up
(Commence)
[ VERSE 1: The E
(& DJ Boss) ]
Take three paces and step back
(step back)
Cause I'm not afraid of no knick-knacks
(knick-knacks)
A lot of that lip is just flip-flap
(flip-flap)
Same old nonsense, it's all crap
(it's all crap)
You try to come for somethin I know
(I know)
You're braggin on yourself, still weak, bro
(still weak, bro)
Never will I ever be solo
(solo)
I'm down with Boss, so now you know
(you know)
Pick up the pieces where I left off
(left off)
Funky MC cause I get off
(I get off)
You get beamed and then you turn off
(turn off)
You act aggravated and you burn off
(burn off)
I'm from Houston and I get hyped
(real hype)
Freak a lotta girls cause I'm that type
(oh God)
I drink Coke, I don't drink Sprite
(drink Sprite)
I wear Nikes, but not Flights
(but not Flights)
I ride a Benz if I have to
(if I have to)
I prefer a limo cause it grabs you
(cause it grabs you)
Thinkin I'm blind I'm lookin at you
(I see ya)
Holdin on my record like a statue
Sucker
[ VERSE 2: The E
(& DJ Boss) ]
Time to start the rhyme scheme over
(over)
My dog's name is Dick, not Rover
(not Rover)
I don't believe in four-leaf clovers
(clovers)
The rhyme style is dope but I'm sober
(sober)
The name of the crew's called OG
(OG)
Which consist of Boss and E
(that's me)
We produce a rapper named Divine MC
(Divine MC)
Who's down with the Nation Posse
(word)
Now it's time to change context
(context)
Gimme a mic and watch me flex
(me flex)
Your style's simple, mine's complex
(complex)
Listen to the style that I inject
(that I inject)
Funky is the term that I go by
(go by)
See a fly girl and I go "hi"
(hi)
Make a lotta money cause I talk fly
(talk fly)
I speak the truth and I don't lie
(I don't lie)
Wear a Rap-A-Lot watch not a Timex
(or a Seiko)
Use a jimmy hat, I like safe sex
(yeah, that's right, bro)
When I do a show I'm in effect
(effect)
Now listen to the way that I direct
Sucker
[ VERSE 3: The E
(& DJ Boss) ]
Give it up, bro, don't try to play me
(don't try to play me)
You might be a lotta things but you're not E
(not E)
You're just a sucker tryin to play MC
(play MC)
But that's funny, you're rappin to a wack beat
(haha)
I shine bright as the sun cause I'm a starlight
(starlight)
I get busy as a beaver when I jam right
(when I jam right)
Before a show I practice so it's all tight
(all tight)
I'm a perfectionist, this is not a psyche
Sucker
Hey yo Boss
(Yo, what's up?)
Why don't break the track down a little something like this?
(Aight bet)
[ VERSE 4: The E ]
So what's up, bro, with that cheap stuff you're talkin
Your played out jealousy's in your eye when I'm walkin
But you're delighted to see the phase that I bring
You get a glimpse, you're content with what I swing
I'm like a hawk, I see what you attempt to hide
In my stride you'll divide while I glide
And to the OG saga you will forever succumb
Your raps are hum-drum cause you're dumb
How could you be so illiterate to think that you could baffle me
When I house it's a catastrophy
I'm the Original E, formerly of a Phase 3
Dropped a sucker, now it's OG
Long live the reign of the rhyme therapist
Microphone terrorist
Sucker
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