MC Iz My Ambition - Diamond D, Don Baron

I’m a black man

And I don’t know how to sing

And I don’t know how to dance

And I don’t know how to preach to no congregation

I’m too small to be a football hero

And I’m too ugly to be elected mayor

But I watch TV

And I seem all them people in all them fine homes they live in

And all them nice cars they drive

And I get all full of ambition

Now you tell me what I’m supposed to do with all this ambition I got?

Lord have mercy

Big big respect to each an every man in INI crew

You knowin' how 'fi do

Ima hold the microphone, we no worry about you and you

You see man like Diamond D and the man call Don Barron

Thirsty and come around sound stage yo and party

I will never work for free

Ha ha ha, come go!

I give relief like a maxi

Jump out a taxi

Converge with Macky doing time in Coxsackie

Tacky head bitches

With lead switches and red britches

I bled witches

With the rest of them dead snitches

You know the M. O

We fog up a limo

With exotic stemmo

The neurotic D-I-A-M-O

N-D, Indeed I got the skills

The home in the hills

Sons that move krills

Season passes to the Buffalo Bills, what?

With sprees on Madison

Bookin' up whole floors at the Radisson

Whatever, cus' nothin' in life is guaranteed

Never underestimate the next man’s greed

With the hand speed

I pass out quick ones on slick sons

Who can’t fight and run and get guns

But get done

Way before retaliation, (yeah)

Death becomes your evaluation

MC is my ambition.

Marked for death like Steven Se-gal

Even Mi-guel Mu-noz

Said I’m movin' too close

Listenin' to blue notes

Laughin' at the blue coats

Who can’t get over a fence because of glucose

With two toast

You and your mans have plans of Mad Grands

But they fell in bad hands

Now in mad lands

You’re livin' out your bid

Extortin' ordnance

Runnin' wild givin' shorts

And yo, I’m gettin paid on the rap tip

No more runnin' from cops and gettin' beat with the black stick

Smoother than chapstick

Shootin' my raps quick

Backflips are made when niggas hear my tracks flips

I bat whips, chromed out, blown out

Quick to kick a bone out ya back

In fact, black, I regulate

Through ya chest is where I penetrate

So get it straight

Don’t apologize when it’s late

Boom wit' this, or that

We 'finna launch an attack

On every MC who come to the dancehall an chat whack

If ya talk too loud I said ya face I’m gonna smack

And if ya reach for your waist, you off an' feel gunshot

But that’s my word, I no front, an' I bring war round the back

Then we bury you in a casket Mister 6 foot flat

With some reef and some flowers missin' pon' your grave top

Fuck with Don Barron and Diamond D

And you are fi' get that

So things and times was gettin' rough

And all the MC’s they tried to call 'fi my bluff

They wanted some more I guess they didn’t get enough

Cause Don Barron and Big Large and chorus

So every young youth that gonna go set up a plan

Stop killin' off the woman and stop killin' off the man (yo!)

Give me the mic and take the gun outta' me hand (yo!)

Give me the mic and take ya gun outta' me hand

MC is my ambition…