"Constant Flow"
By: MC Pesty (m.e.t.h.o.d Man) and DJ Jessi (Jessicaahhh).
Yo, Jessica...
Start this beat over.
Check it.
C'mon, where the snares?
There they are.
Uh...
Microphone check, one two one three,
MC Pesty is the emcee ta be.
Flowin' madd rhymes with oolong tea,
Got green tea, black tea, assam in me.
So bite down on the mic and worship my spit,
'Cause lyrical freestyles, every verse I hit,
Throwin' the hood up, reppin' my mic,
I'll knock ya out with lyrics like you're at a Mike Tyson fight.
So no matter what I'm sayin', Jessica keep deejayin',
And I keep my words down to this beat she be playin'.
I got madd skills, for you all to see,
Queen Bee, King Bee, it's all in me.
Got caps for the graffiti, my expression of self,
But this is emceeing, no Jest in the House.
So when you come to a wall and my names on it,
Just think to yourself that Pesty did this.
'Cause Jest be the name you be seein' on the walls,
But Pesty be the name you be reading in the stalls.
My words will tuck your children in to sleep,
Madd beats, madd lyrics, they won't make a peep.
I'm what grandma listens to during her night out in town,
I taught the West Side Connect on how to bow down.
So when I'm in your hood, throwin' up my signs,
Just remember I slapped ya and beat ya, with a single rhyme.
'Cause I'm like a drug, but I blow like a bomb,
My lyrics will mix it up so you give birth to your mom.
You never heard s**t that sounds like me,
I'm number one in H-Town, ya'll hear me?
So feel my anger and the power of one,
'Cause that's the number my rap songs stop on.
So when I boot Christina, or Britney from their spot,
It's MC Pesty who took you off the chart.
No other MC is ill like me,
Ain't got no grills, or gay a** go-tee.
Just words in my head that I like to spit,
Even Hammer scared and he too legit to quit!
So s**t still floodin' my head while I speak,
Lyrical s**t that blows up just like grilled teeth.
Chillin' here, right in CE,
Jessabella, Jessica, and the rest is me.
So there be nothin' but this funny a** rap,
That I did on CE, rather than on notepad, man.
This ain't much of a freestyle spit,
'Cause it's all typed, every verse is lit.
So it's freetyped, like some toy on the wall,
That you wanna cross out, 'cause they got no balls.
Now on CE, just messin' with the mic,
Spittin' madd s**t, like I'm Vanilla Ice.
Thread for literates, gotta be a joke,
'Cause CE in the house, make ya'll choke.
Got Aki, Demon, Jessabella, and Jessica,
Got Yami, Dawn, Loading, and Kefka.
Jest the Uber spittin' s**t straight from CE,
Holdin' the mic as MC Pesty.
I still got this beat goin', it ain't gon' stop,
Popped pills a few seconds ago, now even I think I'm hot.
I grew up, I'm now a famous rapper,
Got record deals, clothing labels, and football teams I'm after.
So this ill beat be flowin' through my ears,
With iced chains on my neck, and silicone in my rear.
I knew I'd grow up and make it big,
But I didn't know I'd have to almost be as gangsta as my sig.
'Cause right here on CE, is s**t I spit,
Got real topics, "Like whose baby it is?"
Aki holdin' it down, keepin' the thread strong,
But Pesty in the hood, I got my game on.
'Cause my flow will freeze you at your home,
I'll place in front of my house, like a plastic lawn gnome.
So keep your signs down when you in CE,
'Cause the flow be tight, and I give heart disease.
Now Jessica be here, Jesabella left,
She actually accused me of theft.
Whose glove? What glove? I didn't do it, that's it.
You accusing me for a crime I didn't commit?
First off, let me tell you somethin',
I don't have time to deal with s**t that's worth nothin'.
I wouldn't steal from Jessica, I'm her baby's momma,
Got s**t comin' outta my a**, like a over stuffed paranah.
So I plead the fifth, or I plead straight innocence,
'Cause the page of CE needs to be refreshed, again.
My tongue lashes like I'm eatin' the cooch,
But it's lashing, 'cause I'm running out of s**t to spew.
So this is it from me,
MC Pesty's gettin' busy.
I'm back now, 'cause there ain't no other place ta be,
Sittin' here, chillin', rockin' on CE.
My rhymes are tighter than the lines for my shows,
'Cause I bail like a baller, baby, got grills ta show.
So I rock rhymes, like Jesus rock pupils,
The only beat now is somethin' I already used.
It's so familiar, bumpin' in my ear,
That I'm sick of hearin' it and I'll drop it from a pier.
My nose runs with words, my own thoughts are headaches,
I cough lyrics that are so contagious they'll make your head shake.
So I spit my flow, only to this old beat,
I'm straight rappin' MC Pesty, I get busy on the streets.
You'll be addicted to my rhymes, like drugs in a can,
You'll die from an overdose, 'cause I'm emptying pockets for a gram.
So pay up front, this the dopest s**t you've heard,
'Cause I caught your attention with my first verse.
That's all, that's it from me,
I end my rap here, just wait 'till I'm on TV.
Alright, I know, I said it would be the end,
But I lied, I'm rhyming, I'm spitting, again.
So for you haters, running your mouths,
Another literate crew, breakin' into CE's house.
We ain't havin' that, we strong and we stand,
We let you post, but it'll cost you a grand.
So step back and see, my lyrically expression,
'Cause it's all typed, not said, with no direction.
Just blank words that be comin' to my head,
'Cause your flames bounce off me, like a bullet proof vest.
So stop the hate, leave your crew, and come to us,
I'll convert you with a single flow that I bust.
So open your ears, your mouth and your nose,
Inhale me, eat me, hear me, intake me and close.
I'll be stuck in your head for a few days,
Until I take over and get rid of your hate.
In the end, you'll just be running around,
Acting like a b***h, while I'm holdin' it down.
I wonder how long, I could keep this quoted,
Before I have to transfer it and get scolded.
But I don't care, let the haters take the rear,
'Cause they'll pass out from the gas, like Vietnam was here.
So I'm runnin' out o' s**t to say,
I'm missing something, what was that? Oh, my deejay.
Where she at? Where she be?
Probably logged off and it's only me.
DJ Jessica and MC Pesty, dynamic ill duo,
Mixin' it up, spittin' it up, with my rap judo.
So duck, cover, and block when my lyric kicks happen,
'Cause you goin' down like your name was Eric Clapton.
