Big L - Audition

Yo 1 2 1 2
G'ahead drop it
Yeah
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I go by the name of the Big L
Know what I'm saying
Rock this for Rock N
Wills Hardpack tape
A'ight Goes like this
Ayyo I got the gift of gab
To lift and grab the mic
And recite hype rhymes
That'll rip and rag and drag
A fag MC who likes to nag a lot
And brag a lot talkin' about
the lyrics that he have are hot
Step to this and get lit
like a candle troop
Rhymes I hook up MCs I cook up
Like Campbell's Soup
I throw rhymes like a quarterback
Front and you'll get bust
and dust and crushed
Bum rushed and all of that
Rhymes never sound whack
Cause I got 'em down pat
Your rulin' time is over
So gimme your crown jack
I get hype fast
And MCs might last
A minute with me
Because their rhymes are light as
A feather
And mines are heavy
like a big brick
Rappers catch a fit quick
When I start to kick shit
And I record my battles
on a camcorder
So I can sit back and
watch me manslaughter
MCs that tried to get wit' me hops
That's why they all got
tooken out like a Bensi box
The crown is still mine
cause I kick ill rhymes
A lotta rappers talk
that murder shit
and couldn't kill time
Or beat eggs or whip cream
I'm smoother than Vaseline
And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend
A lot of new jacks
are comin' out but that's cool
Cause I'm the principal
of the new school
Yeah aight check it out
I control the microphone
like a robot
My lyrics are so hot props
I got a whole lot
Cause wit' a pen and
some paper this man makes
Rhymes that're so damn
great with flavor like pancakes
I'm kickin' rhymes like
a game of kickball
I'm rough like a brick wall
MCs take a big fall
For tryin' to get with this
I'm too swift with this
A microphone murderer full
with magnificence
A def rapper and also a swell one
In a battle I cook MCs well done
My hits are consecutive
I'm a lyrical executive
Bite my rhymes and
I won't let you live
So to be safe on
the microphone homes
Recite your own poems
or get your dome flown
Or put in a boot camp L
is the new champ
I'm not the type
to go out like a food stamp
I'm throwin' rhymes like
a pitcher throws a curve ball
And I'm a serve all punks
that try to brawl
So stop sleepin' on me
don't even doze hops
Or I'm a heat you up
and eat you up like Stove Top
Stuffin' I'm bum rushin'
shorts I'm takin' none
My rhymes weigh a ton
I'm not fakin' son
You're the one who's fakin'
tryin' to be a duplicate
Can't kick stupid shit tell you
the truth you should quit
Rappin' start snappin'
cause all you is a joke
Battle L and get smoked
Yo I overthrow ya and have ya
screamin' like a rollercoaster
Guzzle you down like
a small cup o' CocaCola
I'm goin' through
MCs like a ransack
Stand back as I cruise
smooth like a AmTrak
Your rhymes are rusty g
you can't fuck with me
That's why you're hidin' in
protective custody
L's not the one and
I keep MCs runnin'
I hurt 'em like bunions
make 'em cry like onions
I'm a lyrical fighter
and I'm brighter than Einstein
Try to bite my lines
and you'll get a size nine
Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook
Hit with a vital hook
and get your title took
Yeah I'm a pass it to my man
Keep that flowing
I'm the microphone murderer
And I'm known for busting mad caps
I rip and rag tracks
With rhymes that back slap
Causing a nightmare
I dont fight fair
Niggas playing hard rocks
hoping they might scare
The BIG L but
im not to be fucked with
You're trying to
take your idol'sTitle
You're on some buck shit
I keep the women fiending
for my smooth shit
My rhymes are mad thick
And yours are dead as a stick
Fuck it
Bus it
I like it rough and rugged
Your style is wick wack
And played out like
Bracelets
Face this
You can't erase this
Escape this
Break this
Take this
I get so loose
On beats that I produce
Niggas be fronting crazy hard
and got no juice
They're softer than paper plates
The lyrics I make is great
A few sheets of loose leaf
And an eraser mate
Is all I need to write rhymes
that are extra fly
Mics I wreck and fry
Rappers I petrify
Pack a four fifth with eight shots
With one you get popped
And now your locked in a box
with no props
I'm not joking
There's no time for snapping
Niggas that be yapping
I'm putting caps in
So up
From the waist up
You'll be found face up
Cops can't trace up
Fingerprints
Why Because I leave no evidence
Big L's the name 139 is the residence