[Intro: M&M]

You know what?

I woke up this morning and I said

I wanna kick a funky rhyme

And listen, this is what happened

[Verse 1: M&M]

The introduction

It's gotta be kinda funky because suckas are suckin' so bad I feel suctioned

So then I have to grab the mic and show that I am, a fly man

And then I bust

A funky dope lyric to the crowd

Every time you hear it when it's loud

I just get proud

Of my self, because I acknowledge myself

When I grab the mic, you know try to better myself

And get better at freestyle, that's why i'm serious

Every time I grab the mic, I've never seen me smile

I don't never see me smile, cause either way I

Look in the mirror, you know that M&M is [?]

[?] is not a word, but that's alright

Look it up in your dictionary, you'll never find it, right?

So listen to the lyrics that I display, when I dismay

Sucka' MCs, you know this way

I can step up and get unrealistically graphic, when I wreak havoc

I stop traffic 'cause I have the voice

And you know that I am, the people's choice

When I bust a funky lyric you will say that

M&M is one of the funkiest MCs out today

And that's true, because I am

I am too slam, when I step in the jam, I slam

Like Bamm-Bamm Rubble

And when I grab the mic, you know that you're automatically in trouble

Like a girl who just got pregnant

But I save that for another segment

Anyways, listen to the rhymes as I display the styles of many days

That have passed, in the past, when I kick lots of ass

But now I sit back and count lots of cash

Because my shits finally on vinyl And then I have to charge like a rhino

'Cuz I'm like an albino, so listen to the lyrics and that rhyme is final

It's pressed the wax, when I grab the mic

You know that I dress to tax, and then I bless the facts

I bless the facts every time I grab the mic, I kick a dope medley

And M&M will be, rhyming ever so cleverly

Every time I grab the mic and kick a melody

You know that I got the flavor, so run and tell a neighbor

That M&M is kickin' again, with another dope rhyme

Yeah, girls, they know their time

That's why they constantly breathe

And they can't be believing that M&M has the goal that he's achieving

So listen to me, while I step up to the rhyme

You can't outdo me, because you ain't truly

A hype hippest hipologist when I grab the mic

You know that M&M is like a psychiatrist

Because I shrink your bank

You think the pain is hard

But I grab the mic and put you six feet under in a graveyard

It's kinda brave when sucka MCs step up to the rhyme

You know, but they never catch up

Because they're sleepin' too long

I said wake up, it's time to make a new style 'cause you take up

Too much of my time, you're just bluffin'

You better go back and make some English muffins

In your oven, and try to expand like yeast

Expand your mentality and to say the least

I'm kinda like a beast in a cage when I grab the mic you know that M&M will rage

With a dope [?], with [?]

Every time I pull up my pants I get brave

Kickin' a rhyme, leave you defenseless

You're senseless when I grab the mic I end this

Because the verse is about to end

So I'm gonna say "Yo, I'm out, my friend"

[Interlude]

Verse 1, It's done

But I got another one, son

So listen to Verse 2, as I get brisk and do

[Verse 2: M&M]

Finally home when I step up to the mic

The sample's goin' and it sounds kinda bland and like

Kinda like shit, like a big turd

I grab the mic and put on my wig, word

Then, I begin to distinguish all the sucker MCs

Who cannot speak proper English

When I drop a low you know that M&M will stop another MC from trying to explode

So listen to the rhyme while I diss

Because once I get the gist I begin to bless you with [?]

At the flick of a wrist while I'm kickin' this

Sucker MCs start to piss in their pants

I put the girls in a trance, she do the dance

I bust a funky lyric and you know that I advance

Everybody listen to the rhyme and get into it, because when I grab the mic ain't nothing to it but to do it

So listen, as I put you into the groove and make you move because I am so smooth

Smooth as Big Daddy Kane's, word

So I won't steal nothing from that turd

Anyways, I kick with my own style cause I'm versatile

These verses burst a [?]

When I grab the mic, some little girl is callin' "Mike Mike, please" but he's stallin'

He's pretending he doesn't hear her

But then she looks across and she looks in the mirror

Mike says "What?"

She says "Kiss my butt, someone is here"

I say "what the fuck do you want slut?"