Story Behind the Song
The motivation behind the song was the beat.
The lyrics simply showcase lyrical prowess.
The song was written in my house.
It took approximately 3 days to write.
4 hours to record.
About 6 takes.
Lyrics
My Style
Intro: One two one two (Aw yeah) I'm sayin'. Word up. (Black Dragon) From the temple. Oh you wanna know. (There it is) no diggety. (One two) (MY style) Oh you wanna know? (Yo Dragon) Bust it off.
Verse 1:
'Ey yo Duke, what the hell you lookin' for
I study in the dojang of the Mu Duk Kwan, Black Dragon hard core
You'll catch a beatin', I'm known for mistreatin'
All y'all wack MCs with 3 fingers need ta be control alt and deletin'
Here's my greetin' (Bruce Lee sound effects)
Throw kicks, throw punches, rip mics, you'll get scarred
Syncopated, lyrically sophisticated
You niggiz couldn't blow up walkin' through a minefield inebriated.
You wanna fuck around boy, ya know you're goin' down boy
I eat a niggiz derriere like a Polynesian eats poi
I rock mics from Chelsea to Namibia
I like to remember the magic, in DW and play some Disney Trivia
Bust MCs, 'cuz I'm supposed ta,
My tongue's got more twists than MGM's Rock-N-Roller Coaster
I'll roast ya, ya better get ready to rumble
I'll rack you up like Goldberg and watch your stupid ass flip and tumble
Deracinate extraneous, rhymes I've got the plentiest
Now it's time to get paid like I was Uncle Phineas
Buck wild, steamin' like a whole pile
Pick up the mic and dial, oh shit, 'cuz that's MY style
Break (What's your style/Your style is unorthodox/My style/Show me some of it) Repeat 3 times:
Verse 2:
Comin' back like a sequel for the people
No substitute can be as good as the original, don't believe me ask Equal
I kick like a hoofed animal, pump it up like Vanadyl
Grab the mic, and commence to cut MCs up like mandibles
I'll dust your whole damned crew (NO YA CAN'T) Can to
And I'll make your girl wet like the front row while watchin' Shamu (SPLASH)
You know how I do, the show stoppa
Step to me, and you'll be gone like J Hoffa
Don't come around here nigga, 'cuz you ain't got nuthin' for me
You bore me, with your gun talk, it's the same wack ass story
I grab the mic and clean up (WORD UP)
I'll be kickin' your ass so bad you'll be thinking that you were a soccer ball in the World Cup
My style is valuable like a diamond in the rough
Before I be stickin' my dick in, I'm divin' in the muff
You know me, the one and only, like Sony
The Dragon, I'm ready to fight like pasquale or Shinobi
I'm in du casa, drinkin' wasser
And I strike fear in the hearts of you hyenas like Mufasa
You can't catch me, I'm too quick, Like Ricochet Rabbit
My name ain't Deputy Dawg but it's my style dag nabbit
Break
Verse 3:
I score like Wayne Gretzky, Super like Joe Peschi
When I grab the microphone and blast niggiz it gets messy
You're nervous like a cherry, on the Staten Island Ferry
Step to me and you'll wind up in the goddamned mortuary
My rhyme is lethal like Danny Glover
You make a lot of noise but you don't move like an Apache set to hover
I'm not like those wanna be's who have to flash their CDs
Just to get a piece of ass, from a bunch of damned groupies
Now before I made a CD and hit the markets
Girls were all over my like flies on a decaying wildebeest carcass
You know it's true you ignoramus
Before your CD you couldn't get laid in a monkey whore house, with a bag of bananas
And now you're a playa, the very term is played out
You so don't wanna piss me off, I swear you'll get laid out
Even if I'm standing centrical
You ignominious immethodical MCs couldn't touch me with tentacles
The irrefragable, look it up and read it
And don't sleep on me nigga what the fuck I look like a Sealy Posturpedic
You can't get this, fool What 'choo thinkin'
This ain't Dinoland but for weak MCs it's the countdown To Extinction...MY style
Break
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