[Intro]
Yeah, I am the baddest rapper known, You're got damn right
Ayy, change the key
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
(Let me slide up in here)
They don't like it, they don't like it
They don't like it, they don't like it (That's better)
Beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
They don't like when I decide to mic it
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
They, they, they don't like it when I decide to mic it
Nah
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
Maylay, Hallway Productions, Dj Crazy Toones

[Verse 1: Maylay]
They don't like when I decide to mic it
’Cause I come from the south where they only ride to the tight shit
Flowin' peccable so cold I let it blow, wet vocals froze
And let it snow in the Eskimos
I'm the voice of the streets the boys and beasts
Other MCs decrease the poise in the beats
Maylay the crowd favorite, wild child now save it
And I stay on the dail, your style's outdated gang-related hip hop
I came to rip spots and make these lames kick rocks up in their flip flops
Matter of fact, actually, I'm tired of the faggotry
And rappers that got lie bitches and shit mad at me
Hold up, wait, let me get this shit straight
I don't give a fuck about you or your mixtape
You ain't tight, don't know you, won't promote you, that's protocol
Especially when your skills are about as sharp as a bowling ball
[Hook]
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
They, they, they don't like it when I decide to mic it (Big Swang records)
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'

[Bridge]
Hold my scratch WC, these marks think I'm playin'

[Verse 2: Maylay]
Let me grip the mic rip it tight hit you with some instant flight
Break it down like the muscle-bound around kryptonite
Had the speakers jumpin' up, subbin' like (Obwowo...)
Louder than the Clouds when they growl in the thunder pump
Illest with a sick and ignorant don't stop get it get it
Flip it, twist it 'till I end up with a ticket in it
One of the tightest that spit it in about a sec'
Rappers ain't gotta like it they ain't buyin' no records
I'm back home, they whack and rap wrong
Don't let the track and the cover and tats get you slapped on
I got fans from the gangland to the gold coast
You outta place young man comin' at grown folks
It takes skills not a few dollars and car wheels
Close are these parkas-hoes to had a barkfeel
Hardest on the thang, regardless ain't the thang
You don't translate the best rap artist in the game
[Hook]
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
They don't like it when I decide to mic it
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' (Y'all don' want to see me now more)
They don't like it when I decide to mic it (They can't hold me, nah)
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin'
They don't like it when I decide to mic it
You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' (Lookin' better than you, rappin' better than you)

[Outro]
They don't like it when I decide to mic it.. ..mic it, mic it, mic it, mic it, mic it...
How many Nikki Nikki's comin' from the corner, ever seen a coroner, in California
How many Nikki Nikki's comin' from the corner, ever seen a coroner, in California