Exact Lyrics - Singles - Benefit

Making MCs freeze and drop to their knees 

Like getting caught smuggling ki's to Caribbean seas 

At ease, I puff trees till I look Chinese 

And immigration says "Can we see your green card please?" 

My rhymes never ricochet needless to say 

I'm just like the word kill only minus the K 

If you hear my track play close your eyes and pray 

I'm just like the word basic only minus B-A 

Top of the food chain rub your brain with coarse grain 

Sandpaper dipped in glue and glass so there's more pain 

I haven't reached my whole goal till I've got your whole soul 

Over beats so hot that they stop drop and roll 

Extravagant far from arrogant it's just apparent 

That I'm better than any MC and I'm declaring it 

I'm giving stitches to phony bitches acting vicious 

Chefs around the world claim my flavor's delicious 

When it's talent they lack, then it's beats they rob 

I shine so bright the sun had to quit his day job 

It takes dedication to rip the ill iteration 

Quite amazing blazing hotter than Cajun incineration 

Crime MCs pretending to be deadly and steady with the gun 

In reality they're ready to run 

Before you learn to run, you have to learn to walk 

I'll help the cops out and write my rhymes around you in chalk 

[Chorus] 

I got the deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this 

Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this 

Deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this 

Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this 

[2x] 

I don't give a fuck like I'm celibate 

The truth, I'm telling it, battle MCs for the hell of it 

Why you get bent just selling it, that's irrelevant 

It's evident Benefit's beyond intelligent 

Go ahead and bite, my style isn't edible 

My rhyme's a jawbreaker, type incredible 

Pitiful, that you're not taking me literal 

Left in the hospital, shaking a little 

I'm breaking a little; you break in the middle 

Of your body 'cause you're weaker than the strings of a fiddle 

My style's deeper than the themes of a riddle 

Time to belittle, no chance for acquittal 

The judge and the jury sentence you in a hurry 

To get beat down in a microphone flurry 

I don't worry, but my eyes are getting blurry 

'cause I see so many phony fakes of fury 

Touch this, and you can catch one fist 

Right through the center of your chest, won't miss 

You're hopeless, even with the chrome vest 

I still penetrate to your heart, don't test 

I'm the sickest MC, the quickest to be fighting dirty 

You're biting early, quit acting girly 

I grab my trusty pen out of my right pocket 

And stab you in your brain right through your eye socket 

[Chorus] 

When I battle you with wordplay you can't walk away 

'cause I'll break both of you legs and crack all your vertebrae 

With only one look you took and your whole crew shook 

I don't need a phone book because I'm always off the hook 

Grab your head twist and crunch like twisting a Dutch 

Then battle crippled kids and beat them down with a crutch 

I calmly casually humiliate your family 

Punch your mom in the face for raising a whack MC 

Bend your sister over yelling "Who's your daddy?" 

When she replies me I simply put it in slowly 

You'll never be the thug you wanna be even with the bid 

Even if you did cross me I'd get even with you, kid 

Occasionally I really start to hate the phony 

So I reflect reality through my testimony, do you know me? 

I spit a flash flood to splash blood and, rash, dug 

A grave in fresh mud for the last thug 

Who came incorrect and didn't respect the intellect 

Recollect he who drove in the fast lane wrecked 

The industry slept while true fans paid attention 

Tales of battling a legend whenever Benefit's mentioned 

I'm sicker than the average man when tearing into competition 

Whose ears are blistering from listening 

For fame I'll rip the skeleton out your flesh frame 

And rearrange your bones to spell my name 

[Chorus] 

Still feelin this