Kill That Noise

(Warning)

(Warning, warning)

(Warning)

(Devastatin' to your ear)

Rhymin' is a thing that I do at will

Be glad to rock a party just to prove my skill

J-U-ice is what I'm gainin'

With a style so fresh that it's self explainin'

Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way

But when I get dissed violators pay

I'm a crowd motivator, MC annihilator

Never front the move 'cause I'm not a perpetrator

I don't really mind bein' criticized

But those who try to make fame on my name die

Rhymes of all styles, all categories

From fresh freestyles to real fly stories

This jam is dedicated to you and your boys

And if you knew what I knew then you'd kill that noise

(Devastatin' to your ear)

I devastate the crowd while the record spins

So-called competitors have no wins

I laugh at MCs who call me wack

You ordered and now I'm gonna serve you, Jack

We're respected by all, treated just like kings

How could you have the nerve to say such things?

If you knew at the time what you were sayin'

You wouldn't be on your knees prayin'

You gotta understand I'm not the average MC

At the first sign of trouble, grab a mic and flee

Grab the mic, plug in the beatbox jacks

Prepare for the battle, then proceed to wax

Take as much time I feel is ample

To duff an MC, to be made example

This goes for all sucker MC chumps

Who hear my name and suddenly Kool-Aid pumps

So if you're thinkin' 'bout dissin' me, better think twice

'Cause next time, blood, I won't be so nice

You can come all alone or bring all your boys

But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise

(South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise (South Bronx)

Kill that, kill that noise

I must say MCs got a lot of spunk

To get up on stage and pop so much junk

I'm not worried 'cause I don't get waxed

And you wouldn't believe how hard I max

School's in session, I'm about to teach

Versatile, with a style that you just can't reach

Lesson number one, first strike, aim

You shouldn't do things to degrade my name

Your records won't sell 'cause the people won't buy 'em

A sucker MC's like chicken, I fry 'em

I started with a smash, I'ma leave with a bang

And to put it to you bluntly, MCs can't hang

Your boys and your family will be grieving your death

Weepin' while they're sweepin' up the pieces I left

You can come all alone or bring all your boys

But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise

Yo, Shan, I didn't hear you say hip hop started in bridge on your record

I didn't, they wanted to get on the bandwagon

Because I rhyme so fly, girls can't resist

But her man can't understand, so he gets pissed

Like a preacher at work, when she hurt, I'll heal her

I'll leap, you sleep, and believe I'll steal her

My mama used to say, "Be a ladies man"

I used to always wonder why she named me Shan

Not hard to pronounce, easy to spell

And, oh, how I love it when the ladies yell

Her man better chill when my jacket's unzipped

I got a .25 with an 8-shot clip

You're sayin' to yourself, "That's a BB gun"

But the place that I'ma shoot you, it'll just take one

I'll rip you into parts, little pieces and specks

You'll be sayin' to yourself, "What can happen next?"

This jam is dedicated to you and your boys

But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise

(Hey, listen to the man)

Should of stayed in school, learned comprehension

Tryna state facts that I did not mention

Sucker MCs I hate the most

Next time I make a record, you should listen close

'Cause MCs like me are the real McCoys

So you sucker MCs better kill that noise

Marley, they're tryna diss us, man, what's wrong with that?

I took care of that

KRS-One and Scott La Rock

Yo, he talk about strung on something, man

Cold coolin' in the place

Drivin' fresh Audis and coupes, what's wrong with y'all? Strung?

The only thing we strung on is music

And you strung on ours