Word, check it out, check it out
Check it out, bust it

M.C.'s get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-session
Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice. No question
It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird
that I'm feared, cuz my raps are roughed than a nappy beard
I cook rappers like a chef
I'm Def like Jeff, right to left
My raps are badder than mornin breath
For niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspect
cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset
Suckers I'm a stick of they start
Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones
apart
I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type
When I strike the mic, niggaz be like, "Shorty hype!"
I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ'
You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L [bad word] Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth
Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think they [bad word] school teachers
1-2, 1-2, Rappers [bad word] through [bad word] Karate, I practice Gun-Fu
The Big L is an assassinator
I grab the mag and leave a [bad word] leakin like Activator
I'm the [bad word] that you never even thought of beatin
Black, white, or Puerto Rican
I'm could slaughter each an'
every crab M.C. [bad word] up when the [bad word] up
Gimme two thumbs up
Peace