Stomp On Ya Brain

Nah don't even try it
When I'm wired I spit fire
And come stomp on ya brain, brain brain,

Yo, what about Hip Hop is so interestin'
Emcees battle for respect, it's intensive
Spit rhymes while I shimmy up the cliff side
Before you ask why I'm trynna show you where Rip died
The questions give me more insight into ya mind
Then them whack rhymes I hear you recitin' all the time
Restore and reestablish it, revive it, revamp it
Refresh yaself with something organic and mechanic
Verses be so strong they are generally interpreted wrong
Prone to correspond their response from the songs
Mr. Motherfuckin' know-it-all
Bet you ten gold banola bars
That I'm smarter then those fifth graders are
The writing technique is from the lion-headed beast
Cyatic nerve got me spittin' automatic words
Ideas eliminated in the order they were created
Amid specative language about how I even made it
Rebel without a cause, spittin ten billion bars
To the cold corpse cellophane wrapped on the floor
There's more, I declare war
Bomb 'em!
Pound after pound I come stomp on 'em

The duck-billed dino was eaten by the 80 ton rhino
A very long time ago
Soul, rock and roll
RTJ double O
Now you know nigga, lock and load

How can I create the right sentence to help explain
How it feel when I whack emcee rhymes for Germaine?
Don't be a water brain, make you spit your rhymes in quarantine
Put you up against War Machine
Sixty second rounds, keep your metaphors clean
Sleepwalk when I dream, spit Listerine green
The Microphone Fiend on the scene
Call on them, scream, he might break you off a sixteen
Laser beam lyrics coming at you with an altered speed
The Altered Beast don't pause for the beat
This is lyrical law, you will be among the first to compete
To run, walk or crawl over beats
The goal is too tall to reach, can't touch the Spit Boss' feet
You pole vault into a wall of defeat
I love Biggie 'cause I know what he means
When he told you, "It was all a dream"