Punch in, punch out, gotta get that check
Long hours on the reg, this was built off sweat
‘Welcome to Mickie Dees, may I help ya please’
Teenage shift manager, with his own keys
I got rent to pay, I got tapes to buy
I need to hit Gand Music, get the studio fly
The Rage Cage was the place where the worth was claimed
And, getting decent making beats helped build my name
Local MCs, wanna make a demo for FREE?
Just head to Mickie Dees and then ya ask for me
That’s my office hours, we can book a session at the counter
The Hardrock Alliance, my favorite clients, I’m the founder
An out of towner, who showed up and started some rhyme encounters
I’m on on the prowl, ‘bout to give hell to all the doubters
I’ll put up dollars, to wax and polish, abstract: Jackson Pollock
They asking for it, speaking of the suckers acting brolic
I can’t call it, I don’t know what makes em attempt
In creating a dent in my armor but it’s barely been bent
Begin to resent the passion in the poems I present
Not known to pretend but act upon a threat right THEN
Write when I first awake, and as fall asleep
As well as somewhere in-between, yeah, my rhyme game’s deep
So step in, let it engulf ya, became one with the flow
I want ya know, I’m doing what I gotta Fa Sho…
Yeah, I’m doing what I gotta Fa SHOW…
Cause that’s all that I know
As far as my crew, let me run em down for you
Wildstyle, D.B.I, plus Chapter 2
Black Man Zeke, DJ and MC Reese
The S.P.O, Twice Born, and L.O.D
Enforcer Chris ain’t frail, known for given em hell
Advisor Choice and can’t forget the homie Darrel
At home on the hill, that’s where Da Guillotine chill
Madd Maxx on the tracks, or the scratch still ill
Black Toast, Crypto, and the 40 Thievz
We got JEL And KBATE for providing the beats
Brain Leakage, Ispi, MadFreaka too
Detonator, Cueball, MC ZUlU
Immortal Method, Mental Block, D.O.P.E
Lethal Weapon, MC Frost, and Vicious D
Savage Intellect, Underground Solution, true rebels
And Thawfor spreading righteousness to crush the devils
From ’87 to ’95, names did change
People came and went, but the intent the same
The crew was my brain-child that I tried to maintain
Dream didn’t last, but still respect the minimal gain
I always do what I gotta…
From Fox Crest to Colonial Park
Was doing my part, making ceremonial art
Plus known to embark on solo missions, one of kind
Nunchucks back-pocket, tips touching my spine
Must I remind, anyone the state of his mind
Y’all should lock him in Rage Cage, leave him confined
Need to combine these forces which are scattered about
The challengers confidence getting shattered to doubt
Ya blabber ya mouth, I got a remedy for the route
Ya enemies gonna feel what pain is about
Mouth of madness, Sutter Cane of the MC game
MC’s gon mad? Yeah, I got someone to blame
File ya complaint, or thank me for my service, point blank
At my breaking point, fueled off anger and angst
Beware of the stakes, realize the danger it paints
I ain’t a villain, I’m just in a dangerous place
Gangs in ya face, to see if ya will fight ya space
I don’t need to lift a finger, cause a bluff all it takes
Far as the cops, crooked as the smile with they teeth
As the old saying goes, ‘Who’s running the streets?’
Not walking a beat, naw, they rather beat ya to sleep
Or intimidate, I won’t assimilate, I’m not a sheep
And Imma keep my focus the babies, word to father
I’m going farther, cause I gotta do what I gotta
