Bad Mutha (Letra)

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(bad mutha)

[verse 1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
And i’ma school the suckers who don’t know the half
I’m not a legend, i’m real and actual
Bite my rhymes, i get mad and come after you
I don’t front or pretend cause that’s imaginary
I get funky with the use of vocabulary
I’m more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide
When i dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme
I might bust and say a little somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain’t nothin
So don’t bore me, i’ve been naughty
Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days i had much attention
Speak of competition – man, listen
Even then i’ve coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 i was rhymin on them monkey bars
A little kid with the art of poetry
Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me
Nowadays i tell it like it is
That makes my skill different from her or his
I sport my skills on a f.m. frequency
Lettin people know you better not sleep on me
I’m known as a smooth cool brother
A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)

[verse 2]
I play mc’s like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus i can carry another’s
Rhymes i make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
I’m the mc to fear and run from
Shockin so much you think i’m usin a stun gun
I hold the title cause i’m the cool champ
If rap was money you’d be rated as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?
You can’t get with finesse, you’re just jump change
You couldn’t cut it even if you had a hack-saw
You’re just a rap that i laid a track for
Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, i’d get my tip sucked
So girls, don’t sleep, don’t even doze off
I’m good with a mic, plus i’m good with my clothes off
And i’m no joke, far from a slow poke
I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, lyrical examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor
Lord finesse parallel to no other
The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)

[verse 3]
At a show i get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic onstage and that’s all over with
On a stage i’m straight up wildin
I can kick a party like a brother from the shaolin
Temple, i find it simple
I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock
Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what you’re on, troop?
Raise up, i light the whole stage up
So wild with the mic, i oughta be caged up
I’m a brother you dare not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier than a tampon
If you split, i’ma get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator
Take caution to what this brother say
Come correct or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the perfect description
Of me rhymin or just plain flippin
I’m no joke when it comes around to that
I start flippin when i hear the sound of rap
I’m enhanced to keep in step with it
And surprise mc’s cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there’s no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen
From my brain which makes me insane
To gain some fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause i came and rearranged
My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
I’m superior compared to others
Call me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)

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Bad Mutha (Letra)

Kool Moe Dee

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Other mc’s, i want you to know
If you ever wanna battle me, don’t move slow
Come and get it cause i’m waitin and i got nowhere to go
Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow
We can throw

Badself

When i get busy, the crowd gets dizzy
And when i’m on the stage, the party people say, "is he
Really human or is he a robot?"
Because when i’m on the microphone nobod-
Y does the things that i do
My voice will guide you
Once you hear it, it stays inside you
Hypnotizing and mesmerizing
The cerebral cortex, but without realizing
You become confused and so enthused
Cause the rhymes i use can make you lose
Total control, and if i choose
To call you the paperboy you’ll spread the news
Like paul revere: "a real rapper is here!"
Yeah, "moe dee is coming, moe dee is coming"
And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter
Nothing is the matter, you’re just looking at a
Real rap trooper with a power so super
After battlin me, i guarantee you won’t recouper-
Ate cause i am great, i can make you hate
To ever look in the mirror and affiliate
Yourself with anything but an average person
Lovin my success but envious and cursin
You want my autograph, don’t act like a sucker
Just gimme a pound cause i’m a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed
Pride is swallowed, asses are bust
Hearts are taken, souls cremated
Lips are sealed and they hate it
Overrated rappers made it
On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated
But i’m not like you bitin barbarics
Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics
I’m cyanide, deadly and lethal
I never run out, i got an automatic refill
I never get cold, i only get lukewarm
When i wanna get hot, i have a real brainstorm
Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin
And if the music stops, moe dee keeps goin
I’m bigger than life and deeper than death
The world of rap is like a kitchen and i am the chef
Boy, are these mc’s really startin to irk me
Make it to the top, then try to jerk me
Ask em who’s the best, their shoulders start shruggin
Like they don’t know, they must be buggin
But i like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty
And one day i’ll make them all beg for mercy
So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker
Don’t ever make me mad cause i’m a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I’m the kinda rapper that a dummy won’t dig
My iq’s too high, my words are too big
My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample
Some things i won’t do, and here’s an example
I won’t make a ‘la-di-da-di’, an ‘oh veronica’
A ‘dear ivette’ or a la-‘latoya’
I’m not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts
As a matter of fact i like them, but
Records like that are for the average mc
Not for the highly rated moe dee
I have a formula, i’m like a scientist
And i must put words together like this
My voice is a ?????, coming out an orophus
Expressing ?????, verbally or if it’s
Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric
By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
A walking time bomb that can’t be disconnected
I’m a rhymer with a timer, i’m a english dialectic
My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon
My soliloquy will affect ya like farrakhan
Love me or hate me, agree or debate me
Watchin suckers gather round, bow down ????? be-
Cause what i do orally i something so morally
Stimulating, emmulating heat that’s corally
My mind is both flexible and resillient
Pugnacious, tenacious ??????, i’m brilliant
Through rigorous training, it’s self-explaining
Why i’m standing on the top and that’s where i’m remaining
My brain rocks like mr. spock’s
And any other mc’s are knocked out the box
So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker
Sucker mc’s, i’m a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-)

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

Now i was never solo, i was always in a group
So now you new jacks are a little too souped
So if you think you could take mine
Then come on and make my
Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up
You didn’t have a chance
But if you want drop the pants
I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance
Everyone will be laughin and you’ll be the stock
Cause that’s what’s good about havin you mc’s on the jock
I could go on and on and on and on for days
But everytime i speak i get unwanted protegees
If you’ve been lucky so far, don’t press your luck
Cause you don’t really want none cause i’m a bad, bad, bad (mutha-)

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-