Jock’s Itch

Verse 1:
I got an Afro-American belt
That's a warning if you attack, bro, you're wearing a welt
As grape as welch. Your hot air stank like a belch
So after I skin these kitties, I'll be wearing your pelts
Cause I'm a pimp and I know I don't love unwholesome
Bottom feeders. I'm at the top on my lonesome
Living with a sickness; on my Magic Johnson
Hip Hop Phenomena seeing me in action. Bronze, son?
I'm gold meddling with Scooby-Doo so get a Blue's Clue
You fools lose like those who snooze do
So wake up and smell your boo boo roses
For your sorrows, here's a card that reads your bull dozes
I killed that jive diarrhea of the mouth
Cause you see I got drive; I don't see you on the route
Called ill from NY, Cali streets, and to the south
Cause my body of work got hives; I can hear it bumping now

Chorus:
(Just so you know) I got the flow that be breaking your nose if you get socked
(So guard your dome) Minds are blown when the microphone is what I rock
(I'm in my zone) And each his own, so you better not clone just cause I'm hot
(So sorry, bro) Don't knock just cause you can't jock it

*Ad Libbing*

Verse 2:
O-ri-gi-nal with the style I get down with
Leaving you astounded and nostalgic
Like a Windows PC with an Atari emulator
With the pen and paper killing data of space invaders
Your mp3's were only good for one thing
When you breathed, carbon dioxide went to the trees
Which then released oxygen for me
To rip your piece with my speech to give ears relief
Good grief! Yea I put that old yeller down
Try to holler at me after I told him settle down
Cause before, since I'm from the Top, he said I'm heading down
Now I'm set for topping the charts, because I held it down
Now...they throw up the M-Dub
Subs always on Fiya like Moses' shrub
And if you see them shrug
Just tell them I'ma Exodus after this chorus, bruh!

Chorus