Rechroe - How 2 Rap (feat. Shaka Rock) Lyrics

Hype on the mic when I rap
Bass in ya face n it slap
Lemme show you how to rap
Facts on da wax when I rap
That shit is wack
No cap
Lemme show you how to rap

Hip hip hop
Take em Back 2 Da Lab
Tic Tic Toc
Shaka The Rock
Hip hip hop
Uhh

Ya can't fix Jay
Ixnay what they say
They may say
This and that
But not facts
Mind diabolical
Ripping the follicles
Out ya head
Yo dread
That vocabulary deadly
Mix wit the printz
One heck of a
Medley
Muthaf*ckas
Buggin but They
Never ever met me
Bump dis shit
Like gel deodorant
Take a whiff
Backflip
Off da tip
Of the cliff
Left out the mound
Now I'm holding it down
It was rough comin up
On the tough part a town
East Side preach
Giving emphasis deep
Thoughts when I talk
And the way that I think
Can't be matched
By the way that I act-tion
Ay son
What's rule number one
Um drop yo guns and have fun
Two speak yo truth and get loose
Three smoke this weed and proceed
Fo, show yo worth in each verse
Five, stay alive and get high
Six
That's it

Really gettin sick of Niggas
Shooting and saluting
If you wanna get into
Then it's really nothing to it
If you really wanna do it
Lemme know and we can do it
Screw da beef
Chiefin reefer
Sticky fingers
Like a tricky thief
Sense it quick
If he speaking
I can peep a thief
You can call it my prerogative
Unless you come provacative
Im not responding
Tossing it out
Talking it out
Walking it out
No doubt
Chasing clout
Little mouse
That's Facts
Fake snakes chasin the rats
Plus tax
Tryna stop Shak is impossible
Toss this spear thru ya spirit
Clear when you hear it
Don't even need to engineer it
Eweh
Defeat the regime
I remain supreme
Got the soul of a king
Everything I sing
Just sting
Like a fresh squeezed lemon
Get it

I'm Shaka the Rock
I pop like a zit when I spit
Comprehend bend your ear
Hear ye the best MC PT

Hype on the mic when I rap
Bass in ya face and it slap
Lemme show you how to rap
Facts on da wax when I rap
That shit is wack
No cap
Lemme show u how to rap

Put ya foot on a bully
To fully comprehend
This mind bender
My nigga

Mind so deep u need
Binoculars to peep it
Real What I Keep it
Mayne I Keep it like a secret
Step into the ether like a
Fresh pair a sneakers
Mean muggin
Uga lee
Mothers
In a truck
Like jeepers
Peaking in my prime like Optimus
Sparkin all the dark in ness
Ain't no stoppin this
Shit talking
Clogging esophagus
Shaka Rockin this
Trick like a crystal
Poppin off a missile
From a lyrical pistol
O-fficial
Also called the offi-kal profit
Nonstoppin
Couch potato
Chippin n choppin
Knock ya socket out
Ya noggin
Head bobbling
Bass wobbling
Talkin da truth
Wasn't talkin to you
I was talkin to too few
The Nubian super human
Disputing the foolery
Cool it you idiots
Feeling silly as hell
Never met a competitor
Cuz I'm witty as ever

Lemme teach you how to be an MC
Wannabe Celebrities
They do Anything to be on TV
Figurines and Magazines
Like puppets on a string

Professor
Much better
No comparison
Little bit embarrassing