What?
You wanna battle me?
Yo, man, how much money you got?
That ain't enough, sucker!
Get outta here, you faggot!
Yo, man, will you get off
tryin' to battle me?
Now, I play to win like the
New
York
Yankees
So, to all you
MCs, I'm handin' out hankies
Blow your nose,
wipe the snot and whatnot
You wish you could get what I give,
cause what I got
Red hot whistles like a teapot
Wanna be like me?
That's sayin' a lot
It means you got potential
and the essential wisdom
To carry on and no matter
how long and winding
The road you unload, I don't rhyme
Are you ready for the next line?
Yeah, give it to him
What?
Yeah, give it to him
Why?
Cause I heard some brothers say
you couldn't do him
What?
I tear that butt limb from limb
The choice is simple
Pick us or them
It's
A or
B
Either him or me
Pick them or us
Yeah, what's the goddamn fuss
With milk's on the mind?
I think you better to understand
Milk
D's science down to the
last letter I'm like a
very wise man the most important instrument in
the band yes I'm in demand I make you feel
like a shipwrecked person that just struck land
land ho land ho don't you know it's
Milk
D and
Gizmo, the audio
What?
The audio
Who?
The audio
Where?
The audio, too
Here to make a lasting impression
And my profession dwells on aggression
No time for fessing,
I rock the session
Today's lesson is
When milk's on the mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha!
When milk's on the mind
Got another funky break for you, hit it
Yo,
Gizmo, I can't understand it, man
How these brothers gonna step to me?
Y 'all ain't from
New
York, well let me tell you right about now,
G
I'm from
Brooklyn, do or die, best
I, I'm not havin' it
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't come to me with that
Cause I'm not havin' it,
I don't battle, man
You got some money, man,
I should take your money
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, kids,
I'ma kick this last verse
Now, when I kick a freestyle,
it ain't a freestyle
I get paid to make you say, ooh,
child, that brother's dope
With your moves all ho, from a wannabe,
or with a fake -ass rope
And a mic from
Radio
Shack, you're smokin' crack
To half -ass kick a rhyme and
try to say that it's fresh
When I have no doubt that it's wack
Let's change the subject and talk about
the deal you made with the devil
Pour some rhymes and try
to reach my level
Sold your soul against soul,
but you got screwed
Waxed on the mic by the crowd,
you got boobed
Robbed by punks softer than you
And must have pissed you off
when I took your girl too
And as I walked away,
you just had to agree
Your a** with the wrong
brother and her name's
Milk
D
I don't understand you people
with this I don't care attitude.
You best of just wake up and
smell the coffee boy.
Put my foot so far in your ass your
breath smell like shoe polish.
What is wrong with you?