This Da Dojo (show E'm You)
The dojo been slept on, wept on the carpet
Ya shoes are still on; you desecrate the floor, wit artificial soles
Master the art of the official I rip mics and target foes/
Spade cha flow ya rhyme neutered can’t even turn the page
Ya rhymes are stagnant and stale wit words that couldn’t be read in brail/
You failed to live up to the standards of a real emcee
I don’t care if you’re doing it for the ladies
But be sincerely true to the culture/
Don’t even act like some opportunist vulture?
Trying to cultivate the culture/
For ya own purposes and reasons
Now that’s just down right devious/
Ludicrous, I’m a lunatic spitting nefarious
Infamous wit crimson intentions connected regiment/
Transmitting hip hop lyrics through the internet…..
So producers and emcees can connect and recollect/
Similar to masters and pupils we have multiple equals
Even shreds of discipline extra kin you need a killer instinct to win/
You can’t bend the wind in order to win excelling wit skill alone
You’ll achieve nothing but skin on you’re bone
Wit meat hanging off the throne now ya know ya clone/