[This is a test]

Verse One:

Too many sounds irritate my earholes

like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes

The same old thing same ol shit I'm tired

Was once on the payroll about to be fired

Black radio shame pop rap's to blame

Program your playlist to sound the same

With a disco tempo cliche intro

Wack rap tracks for commercial shows

Mindless music for the masses has to take

time away from the REAL rap master

So I stay cool for community airplay

while ratings slip for the shit that you play

This is a test a lesson to be observed

No wack rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve

Back and forth I never stick em soft I just run it

Punks'll shun it, gangs keep their girlies on it

Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine

Sick with the style so you can say you've seen

The radical magical man, master of master plan

So smooth from beginning to end

This is a test, back it up when I'm in the place

and all hail to the dog with the righteous bass

The boss I come across rough on your radiowave

Terror on two track whenever I'm played

Punks keep steppin that's the reason why I

come through sicker than a L.A. driveby by

Droppin bombs in songs y'all keep singin along

So smooth it couldn't never go wrong

This is a test

Verse Two:

Yo dig

When you buy a rap record do you buy it for dance moves

Or do you buy rap cause the lyrics are smooth

Cuz if you wanna dance you should stick with the other one

and leave the dog alone till the dancin is done

But then when you're ready for the brother who leads

and feeds all rap lovers with rhymes like these

I dish a little taste of the bass of Sc