Missing Persons 1982

[Verse 1] Press conference is in order, call the media Grandmaster Caz raps encyclopedia Is here to rule, whatever the school Correct and in full effect and no April Fools See for yourself live and in person No rehearsin' for better or worse and 1988, and for years to come I keep a-rhymin' the mic and a dope beat and the drum I've been chillin', watchin' and listenin' Rappers illin', choppin' and dissinin' Going for broke on another man Instead of reachin' and teachin' a brother man Let me tell ya lesson number one is I'm the teacher You act dumb I'll seat ya at the back of the class So pay attention, books on your desk Number two pencils out 'cause I'm givin' the test Zeros to those who can't rhyme Do like the rest of them, just copy mine [Hook] You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? [Verse 2] I'm a defeater, born leader, some call me captain I bust doughnuts every place I rapped in Waxed my opposition, bums, they hit the highway They try to fly away, I did it my way I left a legacy for you to learn from And if your turn come, I have to burn one Or two, or three or four or five or six or seven of y'all Plus four's eleven of y'all I got rope, wanna hang? Ha, don't even bother Hang with your buddy, punk, not with your father I'm too hot to be cool, too cold to heat up Ever been beat up? Wait 'til you meet up With the orator, rap dictator Rough rhyme creator, perpetrator hater Source of rap data, fool vibrator Rap's Ralph Nader, but greater, later [Hook] You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? [Verse 3] I'm a destroyer, I'm comin' for ya with no mercy In Death Wish 5, I'm Paul Kersey Rap vigilante, I'm on a mission My competition facin' ammunition Opposition keep wishin' that I retire, fall off, or breakout Too good to take out, I'm on a stakeout I'm not a quitter, I'm a go-getter And those that get bitter had best just reconsider 'Cause all who chose to oppose me I splatter Old school or new, it don't matter Dapper Dans and troop suits, leather, and suede Pitbull, rope chain, BM, I'm paid From Creston posse and I'm true to my roots I'm still rockin', girls jockin', and I'm knockin' boots Still smokin' 'em like a Newport Got MC degrees, now tell me who taught who You? Backup, you still learnin' Wait your turn and watch me, I'm burnin' Hotter than charcoal, check the barometer Get a thermometer, you'll see that I'm at a All time high, larger than life And my rhymes are never dull They cut ya like a Rambo knife So step unless you want stitches Too funky for y'all sons of bitches [Hook] You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches? You want stitches?