Master Yoda the KMC - Bad Guy
All RiseK-M-C Y-O-D-A
Yoda Master of many hats isn't he?
Little motherfuckers like Leonardo Da Vinci
Bringing raps Renaissance with his pen and sheet
May not see it now but eventually
Fuck you I'm chasing the dream endlessly
Can't stop me I'm H-I-P H-O-P
It's corses through my B-L-double O-D
Prophet is here to inevitably fulfill his destiny
The bad boy boom bap addict
Artist equipped with ill idiosyncratic
Beats rhymes lines aligned with sporadic
Thoughts of topping charts to be the baddest
Nasty nefarious
Viscous and various
Deff demon definitely the scariest
Lyrics leave you delirious
Think you can best me? Ha ha Hilarious
Neighborhood number one crew in all areas
Come in like a mucinex
Clear you out leave you perplexed
Did this little fucking pest actually just point in my face with his index
Spit in my face and slap my pecks
Yes I did I'm a predator apex
Stomp you out like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
If you take the time to inspect
Then you may respect the way I infect the deck
With a strong focus on this ocean of emotion that's flowing
Find a rhyme and a proper pocket to throw in
Lay the beat chop it up I begin to go in
Blunt blowing so I can start the mowing
I go faster when you're slowing
I'm the master son you know it
The way I take a word I flip an fold it
You can't make a case against this talent I be showing
MCS meet defeat and Messiah's glowing
Harness my power to cause a commotion
Then there go that boom bap explosion
In just one motion
Please pussy you punks can't fuck with my potion
One sip to your lip you're ghosting
No hiding you're dead don't give a fuck I keep roasting
Little bitch you was posing
Shouldn't been bragging nor boasting
Motherfuckers try to half step
Must be half deaf
Leave the stage half dead
Getting laughed at
Streets give me half hate half cred
Green with envy cause I'm just hot red
Giant monster mother fucking Lochness
My rhymes rip through you like hot lead
I can be a bit of a hot head
But thankfully for you I'm a pot head
Blow my top when the beat drop I'm a hot mess,
Ya never know what's next
Pull back cock lock drop and rock this
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
Mad high mad fly the baddest of all time
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
Mic murderer this musical homicide
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
No contest, you fuck with me
Your fucking with the best
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
Lately I feel a kind of disconnect
Like I can't make shit just connect
Second guess myself don't know what's correct
All I know is success is my sole intent
All we get is all we take realized that since then
I've been causing Armageddon with just a pad and a pen
From day start to day end
I blaze to spark art and ascend
Shed records represent
I intend to never relent on the petal to prevent repent
Those who say don't know
Those who know don't say
Act like they don't know
KMC causing doomsday
In dooms wake, RIP MF
In un take
I create the equation in my brain
I don't got the time nor the patience to explain
I barely got the time to press the pen to the page
My thoughts runaway like a runaway train
The second I engage
Consider the track slain
Freestyle or written I keep ripping the stage
With spells like a mage
Mystical with a syllable it's quite insane
When I get in the zone
Need to be within vicinity of a microphone
The studio Micken, the dawgs and some dope
My breathe fresh like scope
Your shit stink you're gross
Master Yo's a bastard, I know
I brag and boast
About how I burn the most
Tracks, marijuana packs ill raps and so
All y'all burn is dough you dopes
Need shoes, swag and clothes
Just to be mopes
Life ain't always what you wanna see
Ain't always what you want it to be
Sometimes it's the way it need be
For you to fulfill the moment and seize your destiny
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
Mad high mad fly the baddest of all time
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
Mic murderer this musical homicide
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
No contest, you fuck with me
Your fucking with the best
Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy, Bad Guy
God damn I got so much fucking rhythm to give em
Push myself to the motherfuckin limit to win it
Ignore the limit say fuck it I ain't finished
Go ham beat the beat within inches
Of life spark the revive give it stitches
Then gift it with Necronomicon scriptures
So now you bitches can witness boom bap Frankenstein rip this
Bad guys mad high on the mic about to kill this
Dawg call me Mike Vick bitch I'm most vicious
B-A-D G-U-Y styles one of a kind
You treat me like Jesus tryna put a nail in my mind
Cause in my thesis a flaw you fail to find
My genius tailors to the tale of the rhyme
Kush God Stanley on the mic
Stan & Stan Lee nobody alike
My imaginations impaling your spine
See I can strike all the nerves in just one line
The alphabet all it's verbs and words yeah they're mine
Stole Webster's shtick he reported the crime
Master Yoda simply just a master of time
Never see a Bad Guy like this again it's the last time
You need people like me to improve the standard
So you can point your finger at the boom bap bastard
Since I can grove longer and flow faster
Haters have to hate the hip hop master
I came to reign dear like Dawner and Dasher
Be the sound bar bomber and mic smasher
With this ill rhyme stasher, that I got attached to my neck
Never forget I'm the Legendary hasher
Like the hash slinging slasher
When I add my brain matters clatter and bash the
Track with the pattern that I've amassed from my passion
There's no crashing just snapping and spazzin
Smokin laughing and rappin yeah that's the caption
So if you see me doing this in your direction
instead of mic suicide if I were you I'd
Written by:
Alexander Gold
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