the competition so I can destroy the wack
MCs who claims to hit it for stardom
They think I can't subtract the cost,
but I can come back, wax the tax department
Brought back a track that was large,
I kept these suckers on guard
DJ
Action is back, and
DJ
Action is hard
Put rhymes together, I'm clever,
tougher than leather, however
MC's are tribal with feathers,
don't claim the battle, I'm better
MC, I died by the dozen, said they was dope,
well they wasn't
Now I'm telling you, cousin, get up,
my jock is a bucket
Got a rhyme, let's get to it, gave
you the chance and you blew it
You felt our kick and I knew it,
action is back, so don't do it
See, I perfected perfection,
give me some time for some seconds
So I can rhyme my selection,
my rhymes ain't burning protection
Sat on the scene and I saw a
lot of fiends on the draw
Tryna get with the king,
cool out the kings on the floor
It's time to cool and I chill,
it's time to school and I kill
And when you down for the feel,
just let me know when I will
Come around for the brawl, some
MC's baked but I'm raw
They crumble up like a toy,
because my mission is to seek and destroy
Here it comes,
the voice of the invincible
You're getting dunked, come now,
let's be sensible
You couldn't hang with the
mastermind of record shit
So get a grip, and come equipped
Cause
I'ma show the real meaning of a massacre,
a madman, disaster
Cause
Ike is the great one,
I'll never fess unless the best
Puts the great to the test, and
I'ma jest
Watch him crumble up
just like a leaf in
December
Cut him tough, in yo temper
And after the path's clear, I stand
The immortal survivor, act sin
I can't be stopped, cause
I'ma rock it till you drop
So full of action,
that you'll get dizzy then you pop
I'm the mastermind and not a toy
And my mission, is to seek and destroy
I come equipped,
ready for a rhyme war,
MC's get flipped,
one at a time over flocks of
fleets, the punks get beat, they can't compete,
don't try to make me slip, I don't speak,
I break and take the fake,
Kuklai to make the plates,
the domination makes me state
Away from mistakes you're making,
then begin to ache the head
More like an earthquake,
lyrics begin to penetrate
You're spinning when it breaks,
the skin you evaporate
That's what
I'mma have to make,
a jam to hold my own
Cause I control the zone, a rap step off,
I'm on the microphone
If you test the best, go check
Arrested, ask the press
How many hands will put the rest,
an act will just
Go get my wet and hit the sets
And still be posing a threat
Cause I'm the mastermind
and not a toy
And my mission is to seek
and destroy
Let me continue, or should I say finish this
This is a dope jam,
though some are wishin'
this
Won't be the last that you
heard of the act
But I'll be back,
to attack on another track
But until then you will follow the dream,
peace!
Now let me hear you scream,
Ayo
Reg, cut that up real funky
for me
You know what I'm sayin'?
Cause this is the ghetto boy's
dope jam of 89
Rockin' it all the way to the 90's
And to the entire
Rap -A -Lot family
Diak and the
Ghetto