Give `Em a Sample

[ VERSE 1 ]<br>Now I`m gonna sit down and let the rhythmn spark a brain cell<br>Spontaneous the way that I dwell<br>And to the beat like a predator, the stage is my habitat<br>When I`m at war mic becomes a battle axe<br>I write the lingo to hype up this single<br>I make you fever for the flavor like Pringles<br>Design a rhyme like a strategist<br>When I plan the attack all the suckers get mad at this<br>To prove the point that Tone is on the uprise<br>He`ll drop a beat so Marquis can improvise<br>Super vocal, the hyped up dopefiend<br>If I was meant to flow, I`d flow upstream<br>To show an MC that my approach is different<br>No beating around the bush cause I`m straight up business<br>Reactin like molecules to cause your friction<br>Tone is my producer, Kay does the mixin<br>Right on time I intertwine with the rhyme<br>I let the beat flow smooth so I can add the bassline<br>I get the cue for me to give an example<br>Yo Kay, get quick on the mix, give em a sample<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>As a wise man said, you have to prove you`re worthy<br>That`s why I grab the mic and I show no mercy<br>Get straight to the point like steel to a magnet<br>Time to detonate, watch for the fragments<br>I take rhymes, stick em to the beat, he`s pitchin<br>The rap Bo Jackson`s up and I`m hittin<br>You a homerun that`s pumpin to the maximum<br>No time to slow down, so I`ma add some<br>Style and techniques by one rhymer and a DJ<br>We`re sittin on the world, listenin to the replay<br>Runnin backtracks, never eat a bowl of Sugar Smacks<br>Cause when I rhyme I`m a potent aphrodisiac<br>Makin your hormones quicken with the blend<br>I take a pause on a break and let the rhymes flow in<br>Slow like a thunder cloud, inconspicuous<br>For me to grab the crowd, make a sap look ridiculous<br>The art of war is to conquer all obstacles<br>For this soldier nothin is impossible<br>My pulse rate quickens when it`s time to unwind<br>Just gimme the mic and it`s showtime<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>Track three, yo Tone, what you`re doin?<br>Pump up the bass, I feel a brainstorm brewin<br>And that`s when it`s time to come smooth like satin<br>It`s the bottom of the ninth, I`ll do the battin<br>I`m sittin and waitin with a rhyme on a enema tongue<br>Like a viper ready to strike one<br>Down, and leavin no wounds intent to<br>And 911, homebody, cannot help you<br>When I let the DJ spark my combustion<br>And all the words form from the pen I`m clutchin<br>Down on line paper, the newest rap caper<br>Who rhymes like a bystander with this tape of<br>Paragraphs, sentences, words and adjectives<br>Combine it all togetheer on lyrics is what`s happenin<br>Marquis`s shinin with the sparkle of a dope rope<br>And I`m winnin, make the suckers hope<br>To ever try to get it or even want it<br>But only the chosen few could ever flaunt it<br>In ways that pays for things that are material<br>Barin a course straight for your cerebral<br>Membrane, or audible organ<br>Or should I say our eardrum to change the slogan<br>The term which explains why the DJ`s scratchin<br>It`s because of the drum and his allergic reaction<br>To the suckers on the sideline who need an example<br>Yo Kay, get quick with the mix, give em a sample