[MC Sugar Ray]
Bust it
What part you don't understand?
[MC Sugar Ray]
It's Sugar Ray, that's ripping the sound correct
Rough and right, when I'm in effect
Pack it up and step
Or get blessed by a raw perspective
Ah, me bringing noise? Most effectively
And I bet you agree, when I demonstrate
A talent in the dopest state, ready to penetrate
Your crew, with something kinda deffer to dance to
In other words I [??] son, then surrender it done
[??], ’cause, yo, I handle it
Nightly in the mix at my [??], [??]
Exciting, is how I drip, but that's irrelevant
Sugar's [??] for the hell of it at ya
The move to test me's a bad move
’Cause due to the fact I'm stacked, non-believers get bruised
For doubting the swift to come up with
A winner in a no-win sit, and commit the opposition
Stuck on wishing upon a microphone
Listen, abort your mission, before your backbone breaks
Decapitates, from this intake rate
[??] I'm like Rankin, let's get it straight
I coordinate to get paid, and my record played
Within a [??] relayed, as a ready-made hit
[??] whoever's opposite
Take notice or slip, or your soul will be ripped
While I write songs for the survey
’Cause I'm like holding, to knock ’em out Sugar Ray
[Scratch Hook: Stranger D.]
[MC Sugar Ray]
Strangers on the mix of the master of drum beat
When Sugar Ray's blowing the heat
That will teach you ducks how to create
Shake and bake and pass off when you make a mistake
So I can step to it, and properly do it with fluid
Displaying a deadly force, and run through it
[??] Dismissing the rookies with a side step
Instead of what you're doing, go and get
A new concept, tailor made to connect, plus improve
A bonafide groove, uh, dropping oh so smooth
Marley Marl, and Red Alert—they do much work
And watch while the next man hurts
[??] beef with me
Your majesty in rap therapy
Deep in the third degree, and I'll never be
Fronting, you can't get nothing but a coffee
To keep you from sleeping
So brother, you better off me quickly
Or you'll become the vic of a [??]
For standing on a hip-hop stage when I was [??]
The freestyle, strict and picture perfect
To put it plain simple, I'ma put it on your back
And I won't lack upon impact
Handing out the hard head cracks, to the wack new jacks
Take a seat and relax, while my DJ
Superbly debuts, in a definite way
When I parlay, so you say
My posse's on point
To knock ’em out, Sugar Ray
[Scratch Hook: Stranger D.]
[MC Sugar Ray]
Rapping was the source of the show, from the intro
Selected by a trooper, nominating me to go off and
Embarrass the soft as I educate
Performers on a part time path, and then separate great
From Johnny come late, now [??]
Those that went to buck with that fate got a date
With that lesson, that I'm addressing
Symbolizing I'm good
Cause even though you know you can't
You're hoping you could
Commemorate Sugar Ray, every day
Rolling with the Double XX posse, all the way live
Redirecting this pace in overdrive
And if you can't hang with this one, ha
Take five, to look at yourself, and how you match up
So don't be a critic, ’cause critics never catch up
To me, or how I bust, but I guarantee
Your satisfaction filled up, then you'll be jammed
Participating with the band as a rap fan
Fully understanding the mystery of my game plan
To erase, elevate, then educate
Eighty-five percent of the house into a heavyweight
Class, making much cash with an executive smash
On course for first, on the strip I'll pass
’Cause I love to whoop ass, like a gentleman
Then proceed to punish, ’cause it ain't no thing
For me to grab a microphone and start waxing
Each and every day, yeah
I knock ’em out, Sugar Ray
[Scratch Hook: Stranger D.]
[Scratch Outro: Stranger D.]
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