MC Showcase 2011

[Verse: Sahtyre]
3, 2, uno
Bars out the culo
Everybody swear I came from Mars, Bruno
Silly, what do you know?
Really, I’m from Pluto
Go so H.A.M., yeah, I call that prosciutto
I’m losing my noodle
I’m using this fucking beat to abuse it
I’m brutalist, like a poodle against Cujo
Saying I'll make your dogs look like putos
Take you whole crew and run through 'em like loopholes
Look, hit ‘em with the Ali hook
They remind me of Ali now, shook
Get your ass whooped, give a crap how dope you are
One hand tied behind my back with a broken arm
Trapped in a hot box, smashed in a stolen car
Lil' homie think you smoking grass; I’ll smoke a farm
Fuck a smoke alarm, I’m the Buddha man
Sahtyre, fool, yeah, I do the damn thang
And they mad they can’t do a damn thing
And I’m running this shit, I'mma pull a hamstrang
With a big-ass pimp glass full of champagne
And the flow just bananas, no plantains
I’m so damn strange, and I’m on a rampage
And my mind's so bright, should’ve worn a lamp shade
Homie, no, I ain't playing, even though I stay higher
Live in the future, I’m odd like Tyler
God-like rhymer
Fool's too hyper
Real-life rapper on a YouTube cypher
So, if you got a pen, better find it fast
'Cause most cats can’t write, but they can sign my cast

[Hook/Outro: Sahtyre]
I said, I don’t know what you’ve been told
But they can’t drop like this
And The Buddha’s out June 21st
You better go and cop that shit
I said, I don’t know what you’ve been told
But I’m 'bout to drop me a hit
'Cause The Buddha’s out June 21st
You better go and cop that shit