CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Critical Condition
"Critical Condition"
S-P-E-L-L B-O-U-N-D belongs to me
But it was bitten by another MC
Thought he knew me and could do me
But that would never be, wanna see me, wannabe me
Couldn't see me or catch me
You're just a tiny-weeny Pee-wee, that couldn't match me
X-terminator, terminator X
And in reverse I'm the top that'll rock the first
Hype rhyme, of my time, every time is rhyme time
And even on the radio, rhyme time is prime time
Nickel and dime rhyme, committing a crime rhyme
An emcee would want to be like my rhyme
A rapper that's smart is the one that learns
Dumb ones die from third degree burns
Lit em up, torch em, scorch the Bentley
I'm killing them softly, but doing it sadly
It would've been all right if he just walked past
But the brother wanted wreck so I wrecked that ass
I'm doing demo, not demonstration but demolition
Leaving competition in critical condition
Whether a jam in-doors or parties outdoors
Hangin' emcees like western outlaws
Next time you hear the X rhyme won't you
Mind your own business, I know you won't do
The same that he did, you get what he got
Blindfold, cigarette, one-two-three shot
To the head, left you dead and stinkin
But at least it'll keep the next man thinkin
About what will happen to him while I'm rappin
Snatching up by the neck and b*t*h slap him
So next time you're feelin bold
Keep on Movin' like Soul II Soul
S-P-E-L-L B-O-U-N-D belongs to me
But it was bitten by another MC
Thought he knew me and could do me
But that would never be, wanna see me, wannabe me
Couldn't see me or catch me
You're just a tiny-weeny Pee-wee, that couldn't match me
X-terminator, terminator X
And in reverse I'm the top that'll rock the first
Hype rhyme, of my time, every time is rhyme time
And even on the radio, rhyme time is prime time
Nickel and dime rhyme, committing a crime rhyme
An emcee would want to be like my rhyme
A rapper that's smart is the one that learns
Dumb ones die from third degree burns
Lit em up, torch em, scorch the Bentley
I'm killing them softly, but doing it sadly
It would've been all right if he just walked past
But the brother wanted wreck so I wrecked that ass
I'm doing demo, not demonstration but demolition
Leaving competition in critical condition
Whether a jam in-doors or parties outdoors
Hangin' emcees like western outlaws
Next time you hear the X rhyme won't you
Mind your own business, I know you won't do
The same that he did, you get what he got
Blindfold, cigarette, one-two-three shot
To the head, left you dead and stinkin
But at least it'll keep the next man thinkin
About what will happen to him while I'm rappin
Snatching up by the neck and b*t*h slap him
So next time you're feelin bold
Keep on Movin' like Soul II Soul
