No Other MC - Break Bread

You ain’t got shit to say and no one’s hearing

I’m a Canadian great like Leslie Nielsen

Smuggle my Naked Gun onto the Airplane

And all these halfwits thinking that rap is a fair game

I share pain and some people relate

Fuck these dumb shit rappers, thinking that they so great

Make heads inflate and keep it lucrative

Gonna take a grip of cash for me to let your crew to live

All these fruits got it easy but they lack the edge

Lay around burning

Yeah what I said and got my homie’s back

But the other four arms in this track are wack

You can’t rap an office job is your best bet

Your rhymes is the equivalent of jokes on West Jet

Hold the mic like «Thanks Master P»

«Ain't no other MC like me» — Biz Markie 'On And On'

Dude name checks Leslie Nielsen and Master P in the same verse.

This shit’s

just getting weird now.

Yo mcenroe, why don’t you drop your verse?

I string together lines over drums that I chop

And go for the doe like the bums and Ihop

Rock a thousand shows and make dirty stages sick

Which is why my resume is about 30 pages thick

With degrees and companies, credits in production

Decades of quality, benefits of gumption

Creativity, always will I be

Nuts to a sucker punk if he ain’t feeling me

Once you see me live no more you overlook me

Call a 1−800 number have your promoter book me

They call me CEO but that’s a misnomer too

Cause I’m the star player though I’m sitting in the owner’s booth

My work the kind of thing that you rarely doubt

Good management wins titles, ask Jerry Krause

Would you even sound as good without me finding effect?

When you answer, bare in mind who’s signing the check

Get to remembering who might hit mute

Take credit for assembling this tight lipped troupe

Got love for the crew known as the double B but

«Ain't no other MC like me»

Yeah.

Just in case you forgot, right mcenroe?