Off the Record

[Verse 1 - Promoe] Whether outdoors or indoors, the crowd will in-doors My show, and end yours, that's natural laws I get crazy applause, they Buju like Banton I chant down Babylon it's the countdown. We're livin' in the last couple of days That's why I never kick wack rhymes 'cause there ain't no time to waste No time to fake, no time to chase the papes Time to get it straight in nineteen ninety hate That's the number and the mindstate The only way you fuckin' with my style is if it's rape But I got the mase and the pepper spray in my purse After the battle one of us leavin' the hurse I don't care if it's me but it's probably gonna be you though But I'm chillin' like Blue Note's played on (?) I won't get mad if you say you took out Promoe I just relax and sit back and watch ya nose grow Suckas step up.. You wanna battle....don't even try it [Hook - Promoe] Yo, my style is off the record But don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record How I'll off you in a second My style is off the record But don't turn off the record Cause than it's off the record Suckas! [Verse 2 - Promoe] If I cross you, I will diss you in a rhyme Take it as a compliment I think you worth the ink, and the time Who me, Promoe, with the master peal Don't mess with me though cause I bust rhymes and piss And fuck with dead emcees like necrophiliacs But I can't dig 'em they actin' like maniacs Thinkin' that the Promoe could ever get beaten That's like a Danish guy gettin' drunk in Sweden Not very likely cause when I step on stage I get props from smoke spots to internet homepages See my show as a sermon on the mouth Givin' emcees god's word I'm what it's all about It's about this I'm in crisp on the mic To me all y'all other clicks sound alike So fuck you, plus your weak producer Don't face you, you better face Medusa I'll turn your weak flesh into solid stone Spprdekrizzah rock! on the microphone And it don't stop it goes on and on Like havin' sex with Erykah Badu till the early morn' Check it out it don't stop I keep on till the neighbours call the cops [Hook - Promoe] Cause my style's off the record But don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record How I'll off you in a second My style's off the record But don't turn off the record Cause than it's off the record Check it You wanna battle.. Suckas step up.. ..don't even try it [Verse 3 - Promoe] Emcees talk a lot of shit I make 'em eat every word of it I'm from the Looptroop crew I bet you heard of it And still you wanna face me Not even the man in the mirror can Who you? A Swedish kid tryin' to be American Couldn't take me out if I was the track You wanna battle then you better bring some caps Cause I'm takin' all your stash even though I'm drinkin' back In the soundclash on yo' ass like a rash Really rational lyrics Spit like ammo from the lips of P-R-O-M-O The mindstate, scientists ain't figured yet Your stock compared to mine, is niggarettes and cigarettes You illiterate I'm educated The university of hip-hop you never graduated I heard some decent emcees right from the top of they heads But I rhyme from the bottom of my heart, 'nuff said Suckas step up.. You wanna battle....don't even try it [Hook - Promoe] (repeated til fade) My style is off the record But don't turn off the record Cause then it's off the record How I'll off you in a second