Who's the Mic Wrecka - Da Youngsta's

Yeah, it’s called «Mic Wreckas»

Da Youngstas, Taji, Tarik, Qur’an

And we gonna do it like this

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(I'm the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(I said I’m the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Ayo I’m the mic wrecka)

Well let me see you wreck it Check it, I wreck the mic so I can get further

Underground like the coalmine worker

The youngest, roughest, lyrical wizard

Crawl like a lizard, like ???

So bad that I rip up in post

I walk through hell with gasoline drawers

Heart rhyme explode when don on my dope O Golder than gold, toke a ???

I get down, so you gotta give me a pound

When you see me, I make a hard job seem easy

Never slip up, cause I’m not an ice skater

Every time I flow I make dough like a baker

Don’t like a chump, I rock you is the pump

Like a fox smell the funk, I slam like a dunk

Playing MC’s like chessboard checkers

Call me king, checkmate, I’m the microphone wrecka

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(I'm the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(I'm the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(I'm the mic wrecka!)

Well let me see you wreck it Taji the mic wrecka, it’s time for me to wreck it So check it, I make girls with good skins get naked

Built to last like a hacksaw

Because I’m back y’all, to put a rock on your back door

I sneak in just like a wet bandit

It’s a lyrical murder, I know you hate it cause you can’t stand it I freak the rhyme til the bass start cracking

I’m rocking up spots like that nightshow Dragnet

Step to this is a no-no

I’m knocking out dolos with a pop like my name was Daddy Bobo

I wreck the mic on purpose

Doing enough damage suckers can’t work on a smooth surface

Scaring MC’s just like a monster

I keep the crowd hype just like a Michael Jackson concert

So you gotta respect a Kid like me, cause I’m the microphone wrecka

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Yeah, I’m the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(C'mon, I’m the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Yeah, I’m the mic wrecka!)

Well let me see you wreck it Ayo I got the mad skills that make you wanna flex

I dominate this track so it’s time to have sex

But just chill while I get all in it Cause I’m about to rip it, who said I couldn’t kick it Uh, I get shots off just like a shotgun

Stick a fork in your butt, you’re just about done

I pour you MC’s just like a lobster

Cause this hip-hopper gets props just like a mobster

They call me 'Rik, geez, no you can’t stop me

I’m too slick, I got more snags than a bullwhip

Laying pipe like a plumber, burn like a summer

Chopping down wack MC’s just like lumber

And yell timber, watch you fall down down

When I work it, a member of the underground circuit

Now you’re on my wood like a woodpecker

So step aside it’s the microphone wrecka

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Yo, I’m the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(I'm the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Ayo, I’m the mic wrecka!)

Well let me see you wreck it The dark skin with the grin rhyming til the end, hops

(Guess who) Yes the Chocolate Wonder boy Pete Rock

So listen, New York Style so get buckwild

Cause niggas ain’t taking no shorts or flicks, so bust the mix

I got a lotta tricks up my sleeve

So stick around chump cause it ain’t time to leave

Da Youngstas, so 'em who’s the real Mic Wrecka

(Yo, why you wanna know?) Cause I’m going straight to Mecca

Collect all the props, cause niggas jock the music

You really can’t refuse it, so use it don’t abuse it Ayo it’s time to go, peace see ya later

It’s time to pass the mic down, yo C.L.

kick the flava

Who’s the mic wrecka nuthin but the Mecca now building

Cause I loved my shorties like Jesus loved children

Amongst the Youngstas, for the record I gotta say

I woulda broke the mic back in your moms and pops heyday

So let me work it til the mic short circuits

Shout without a doubt, I leave the wires all hanging out

Grip it til I cause an inprint, see I raise it from an infant

Then visualize growing magnificent

The big willy chillie puffing on a lit Phillie

Knock a mic silly now you know hoe my skills be C to the L and Smooth cause that’s Mecca

To let my shorties know who’s the mic wrecka

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(C.L.'s the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Pete Rock’s the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Taji's the mic wrecka!)

We’re the mic wreckas!

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Rik's the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Yo Qur’an’s the mic wrecka!)

Who’s the mic wrecka?

(Everybody's mic wreckas!)

We’re the mic wreckas!