[Intro: MC Double M & DJ Butter Fingers]
MC Double M and DJ Butter Fingers
Take 87 and a half (Ready?)
Man, where's my papers?

[Verse 1: MC Double M]
New Jacks, meaning new don't mean jack
Not concerned about a sucker and senseless crap
No time to waste time in this profession
Too busy advancing, moving forward, progressin'
Agility, ability, got to stay nimble
My rhymes are not basic, as basic's too simple
Making corrections to fit perfection
Breaking rhymes and lines into different sections
New style intact, in fact rhymes are jam-packed
Back to back, lines are being stacked
Every show that I go, suckers look at me mean
I'm kicking ass fast and I'm splittin' the scene
Provin' I'm not joking, fingers keep smokin'
Talk shit to me and your jaw gets broken
Step away from me, man, don't try to play the role
Of a hero, 'cause that shit's gettin' old
Wanna battle me? That'll be an ignorant choice
Cause I'll pick up the mic, and take you out with my voice
If you act like a punk, then you're bound to get hurt
Cause I'ma grab you by your shirt and knock your dick in the dirt
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: MC Double M & DJ Butter Fingers]
Jumpin' on a bandwagon, you missed your ride
But don't you know you just committed suicide?
I'll mess you up like a champ, but we not in the ring
We on the stage so it's a whole different thing
If you're bigger than me and you're twice my size
Then it's time for my .9 to be recognized
Consider yourself dead if my face turns red
'Cause I'ma fill your ass with twenty pounds of lead
Not lookin' for trouble, but if it comes my way
That'll be the funnest part of my day
You ain't never gonna make it 'cause you're just too soft
You're fadin' like jeans after every wash
You're seekin' a beat that could move your feet
And at the same time rhymes of the street
Well shit, this is it, though it may be slow
Know it's got a lotta crack, it's a sellout show
Standing room only, no place to sit
But you won't want to once the punchlines kick
They call me a klepto cause I stole the show
You said I wasn't no good, but you're in the front row
Difference between us is I'm first and you're last
So take your whack rhymes, stick 'em up your ass
Y'all wanna bite? I'll give you something to chew
I'll stick my dick down your throat and I'ma say, "Fuck you"
You wanna battle me? Man, you best forget it
Keep running your mouth, I'ma put my fist in it
I'll make you eat those words you just spoke
Shove 'em down your throat until you fuckin' choke
And when you're gagging, gaspin' for breath
I'ma hit you with a right and follow up with a left
Here's another example, or better yet a sample
Of the way I fight, my style is ample
Riding down the block on the way to school
Saw a sucker motherfucker thinking he was cool
Sucker flipped me off, I said "Stop the car!"
Mat said. "Show 'em how bad you are"
Jumped outta the ride, like a bat outta hell
The boy was terrified, I could just tell
He kinda figured that death was near
So he started swinging because of fear
Sucker kept swinging while I just ducked
Came up with a right and the boy was fucked
He fell straight to the ground, he was probably dead
But I ain't stick around to see how bad the boy bled