Audition Songtext / Lyric

Ayyo, I got the gift of gab

To lift and grab, the mic

And recite hype rhymes

That'll rip and rag, and drag

A fag MC, who likes to nag a lot

And brag a lot, talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot

Step to this and get lit like a candle troop

Rhymes I up, MCs I cook up

Like Campbell's Soup

I throw rhymes like a quarterback

Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed

Bum rushed and all of that

Rhymes never sound whack

Cause I got 'em down pat

Your rulin' time is over

So gimme your crown jack

I get hype fast

And MCs might last

A minute with me

Because their rhymes are light as

A feather

And mines are heavy like a big brick

Rappers catch a fit quick

When I start to kick shit

And I record my battles on a camcorder

So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter

MCs that tried to get wit' me hops

That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box

The crown is still mine cause I kick ill rhymes

A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time

Or beat eggs or whip cream

I'm smoother than Vaseline

And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend

A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool

Cause I'm the principal of the new school



Yeah, aight, check it out

I control the microphone like a robot

My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot

Cause wit' a pen and some paper this man makes

Rhymes that're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes

I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball

I'm rough like a brick wall, MCs take a big fall

For tryin' to get with this, I'm too swift with this

A microphone murderer full with magnificence

A def rapper and also a swell one

In a battle I cook MCs well done

My hits are consecutive

I'm a lyrical executive

Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live

So to be safe on the microphone homes

Recite your own poems or get your dome flown

Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ

I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp

I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher throws a curve ball

And I'm a serve all punks that try to brawl

So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze hops

Or I'm a heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top

Stuffin', I'm bum rushin', shorts I'm takin' none

My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin' son

You're the one who's fakin', tryin' to be a duplicate

Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit

Rappin', start snappin', cause all you is a joke

Battle L and get smoked

Yo I overthrow ya and have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster

Guzzle you down like a small cup o' Coca-Cola

I'm goin' through MCs like a ransack

Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak

Your rhymes are rusty g, you can't fuck with me

That's why you're hidin' in protective custody

L's not the one and I keep MCs runnin'

I hurt 'em like bunions, make 'em cry like onions

I'm a lyrical fighter and I'm brighter than Einstein



Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine



Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook



Hit with a vital and get your title took



Yeah, I'm a pass it to my man



Yo I'm the microphone murderer

And I'm known for bustin' mad caps

I was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap

'Causin' a nightmare, I don't fight fair

Niggas playin' hard rock, hopin' they might scare

The B-I-G-L but I'm not to be fucked wit'

You're tryin' to take your idol's title?

You on some bugged shit

I keep the women fiendin' and screamin' for my smooth shit

My rhymes are mad thick and yours is thin as a pool stick

Fuck it, bust it, I like it rough and rugged

Your style is wick whack and played out like nugget

Bracelets, face this, you can't erase this, escape this

Break this, take this, cause I bake this

I get so loose on beats that I produce

Niggas be frontin' crazy hard and got no juice

They softer than paper plates, the lyrics I make is great

A few sheets of loose leaf and a Erasermate

Is all I need to write rhymes that are extra fly

Mics I wreck and fry, rappers I petrify

Pack a fo' fif' with eight shots

With one you get popped

And now you're locked in a box, dead, with no props

I'm not jokin', there's no time for snappin'

Niggas that be yappin', I'm puttin' caps in

So base up or get sprayed up to the waist up

You'll get found faced up, police can't trace up

Fingerprints, why? Because I leave no evidence

Big L's the name, one three nine is the residence, peace