Artist: Y-Kim the Ill Figure f/ Sharecka Album: Monster Reborn, Vol. 1 Song: Falling Flat in the Bush Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 4X: Sharecka] Brothers falling flat in the bush When push come to shove, I gotta push, falling flat in the bush [Sharecka] Hah, money comes first, MC's cannot fuck with me I crush mentally, make you feel pain like vasectomy MC's wanna be hardcore, bringing drama for pain Simple and plain your more bitchier than Erica Kane I smoke more L's than the DeBarge, and fuck up stupid ones My name ain't George, but when I come around, MC's Jet-Son I'm tired of all these fake MC's that be ripping You cannot fuck with the Stoneface, or like rainy poet, just imagine I stiff down competition like Oprah Winfrey Making MC's get emotional like Whitney Houstin winning a Grammy In '95, there's no way you could defeat this Smoke a blunt with the devil, then drink some liquor with Jesus Verbally I slaughter, your style is cheaper than a quarter water Plus I burn a MC to see whose liver Doing impossible shit, but my flow, so muthafuck MacGyver Nobody knows, the flows that I've seen Among flipping like OJ Simpson, but it be rappers that I be stabbing I'm never switching, see I'mma keep it hardcore And I'm the fucking reason why MC's don't battle no more... [Chorus 4X] [Sharecka] Avalanche, I rucker with them Stone Age days I got your brain all squared, I'm hitting you all four ways I'm shutting doorways, fools get trapped by my flows Ripping up those like David Banner did clothes on TV show Episodes I drop, so many ways you can't stop I'm making a stain with my name on this first album Puffing trees, while I make these hits, that accumulate cheese Stoneface got your city under siege, and no one can leave I'm deading MC's quicker than 2Pac did Rider Man Your shows been cancelled, muthafuck what your flyer said I'm bringing the real, don't get caught up in my distance I'm twisted, unknown Stone great, the gifted Check it, the world is about to be infected By three different texts, bringing the reals on this fucking record Direct it, for others that's thinking about competing Years of defeating, knocking head pieces on the black streeting Where the only snitch, be like yo, we got some shit Sunny Crew's the deepest, cuz my style's mad legitimate Oooh, you know [Chorus 4X] [Sharecka] What what? Bring it on, I'm tired of that talking I'mma have ya ass back to front like when girls get to stalking Fuck that's my motto, I'm fair like Kongo Started from way back when my peeps payed the bongo Tighter than vagina's on virgins keep our words and Nothing must be said, I'm keeping it cold to make you Sudafed Plus I bust now with different type tactics My lifestyle's drastic, watch my back, no time for caskets I got a seed indeed, I must proceed To put tombstones, on top of crew's homes, when I bust these In Stone we trust, fucking your mind up like dust You don't know how to start no fire, burning your house down like dust In '95, there's no knowing, how my mind's going I'm beating MC's down like Rocky, when I'm Balboa-ing I am the master of the bush, nigga, you dig it? I'm drowning MC's like that white bitch to little kids There's not an MC that can think about stepping to me I have you and you crew creeping more than TLC So fuck that, dissing all fake ass lyricists And I get raw when the lady bitches with her periods I got more props, than Norm does in Cheers When he drinks beer, and I don't need no Cape to put you in Fear Verbally I feel my flows, a word of rampage Caught Fonzie in the ghetto and I stuck him for his Happy Days I'm deadly like some fiddle, when I step up in the mind Go hammer, brothers got you wise and still don't got no mission You need more than Chinese Connections for protection For pussy MC's I burn like vaginal yeast infection Let's take a walk through Brooklyn, and watch me whip ass Have your head bobbin' so hard, you'll need neckbraces for whiplash Brothers falling flat...