Artist: The 49ers Album: State of the Art Song: What Ya Got Typed by: OliverLang55@yahoo.com Marchitect Well it's the rhymer with the drama for you and yours I make niggas touch the ceiling, make bitches get the drawers Then hit the doors, but don't let them hit you where the lord split you My style is too developed and you always get the picture Hit you with weapons and let the undertaker take you Shake you, bake you, now it's time to meet your maker You only illustrate the fact that you can't hold me For real, what's the deal on that weak tape you sold me Jas Mace Rappers are below me your crew couldn't hold me in a microphone dispute You bet I'll take the lute when I shoot These lyrical injections it's got you practicing And where I'm from they don't allow it but I'm still taxin' Now I'm asking, who got you block on lock It's The Outfit never hesitant to blow the spot You got a lot of clothes but I hear no skills on the mic I take flight like Pan AM and drop bombs like Japan Marchitect Kaboom give me room so I can drop this dynamite I take flight into the night with tight rhymes to recite I make a beat in a minute and now you're finished Diminished I pop eyes without the aid of spinach And punk emcees for their checks girls who front on the sex Feel little like Malcolm when they become my ex I rock beats that make you want to get off the wall Spring on stage seasons change and emcees fall Jas Mace Now all y'all better realize Jas Mace don't disguise That fact that you was wise Not to confront the creator of Blunt Your bitch was acting like a dick so I gave her what she want Don't front on that ass when you pass the 49 That's where we write the rhymes by tons and none consist of guns Don't represent but repent back to your vill And don't listen to your mom when she says you got skills Hook What you got, beats and the rhymes that connect And what you doing, my sole purpose is catching wreck I don't stop, can't quit, got a hit never miss Because we do it like that and now we do it like this Jas Mace I love to cash checks, I love the opposite sex I love to catch wreck, plus I'd love to break your neck Because you wack, and everybody knew this I'm fat as Stacy Dash plus I'll leave that ass clueless And like 16 ounces you get pounded Rounded, I'm trying to make these dollar bills to billions Ain't no killing you softly, I want to hear you scream Jas Mace and Marchitect we represent the dream team Marchitect A yo, scream if you want it holler if you need it Your battle raps as dumb as a drum now watch me beat it And scrape your face on a cheese grader because I hate a Corny entertainer or a skill-less beat creator I never needed a closet to hang with The Outfit It's Marchitect, you know what I'm about bitch So are you crazy trying to daze me Why you think I got dreads cause can't nobody fade me Jas Mace I keep it straight like 180 You rappers couldn't bake me if your name was Kevin I'm rolling dice and hitting 7's and 11's So doors get blown and chumps get thrown out the window And when I say go let me hear your wack flow You know you ain't freestyling, so stop lying You kicked those same rhymes last week on the island Always smiling, cause wack emcees humor me And before I blew up, I still got more ass than South St. Marchitect Feel the heat when I burn until a crisp I break it up like this got a hit and never miss For years, I've been here giving crews the blues No pouch, but still hold my own like kangaroos Suckers bite my style but I'll never sweat it Because my style's like equality, niggas is never gonna get it Forget it, get those crazy thoughts out your head Because I blow and I flow until the mics are dead Hook What you got, beats and the rhymes that connect And what you doing, my sole purpose is catching wreck I don't stop, can't quit, got a hit never miss Because we do it like that and now we do it like this