Don't Be Scared Lyrics - Singles - Lil Ced

verse1:Check it out, one time 

My tricky tricky style is so cocky i knock you out like i'm rocky 

And then i'll bet you the world, plus some loot, on the point 

A licky lethaler rapper cause my rhymes are like potion 

I think he burn like ?, to put your mind in slow motion 

Simply, it's done, like makin a bungee 

You lick it or roll it a sticky spark with the fellas 

Let's contact quinton, they call him the chief 

Plus i'm votin destruction, on suckers they're nerds 

Take their style toss it up, then add effects like a reverb 

Take it and match it, cause the flow is exceptional 

The washington congress, the house and congressional 

Professional, call it geronimo 

Frequencies on the mickie, watch your girl give a hickie 

Now you're flippin the I'll way, diluted with ? 

The horsemen style is to flow so rapid 

Ricky run like a faucet, like ?? 

Costello so mellow, like a pen with othello 

Shicky shapin a hamlet, tricky bowl thicky jell-o 

Hell-o, goodbye 

Chorus:Don't be scared, pick up the mic (8x) 

verse2:My flow is wicked, rough and rugged like wilson pickett 

Stick it, the funky kinetic can flow, cause i can dig it 

Check it check it as i wreck it, niggaz never respect it 

I was always neglected, intellect be so respected 

A sharp shooter, blowin niggaz up out the frame 

You can't maintain, my domain, too insane 

I have centrifugal terrifical styles 

Difficult styles, wire be bitin bark, chewin for miles 

I'm like houdini the great, i'm too magnificent 

Incredible stuff, to make all crackheads bug 

Now brothaz is rough, shootin up your town, blowin up your city 

As i stalk walk hawk, that shit ain't pretty 

Really, silly, better step off 

Chorus:Don't be scared, pick up the mic (8x) 

verse3:I got the pickup truck ready, lookin for satan the devil 

Yeah, bugged crazy off another, level 

I boogie woogie on down and catch mad wreck 

Load the calico check, come in high tech 

Mc's jump up quick, you get your ass kicked 

Mad sick, used to hang with charles manson 

Cut up any foot, if i saw it kept dancin 

I smeggle smack em, briggle briggle break em 

Catch em with the hefty bag, walk away and take em 

Mc's look in the mirror, see they nightmare 

The bugged kid, bald head, fuck it i don't care 

I get frantic atomic, pull your rectum out 

Change your brainframe, butt pull your spectrum out 

I get retarded and raw like razor ruddock 

You don't wanna try the x, aww, fukkit 

Let me, show you, my style, this style 

Fuck that, na na na nah, not this style 

Yes yo, who dat? yo wait, yo i'm comin down 

Hee hee hee hee! come and battle me clown 

Juggle three balls, my balls, feel good 

You bet i have your girl all up on me, sister write me a letter 

Mc's know they all deaf, they on the back burner 

I step straight to your crew like mad truck turner 

The crazy man with grenades in the projects 

Back up punk, remember x x x 

Chorus:Don't be scared, pick up the mic (8x) 

verse4:Check it 

It's my time with the rhyme, for the minor comin harder 

Pull a burner blast your but at the line 

Racist, faces, spaces, braces, ???? 

I'm sprayin mace in your face 

I'm tradin places with the power to knock, your ass unconcious 

I'm monstrous, i ? and i romp, cause i stomp, cause i want this 

Not so fast kid yo, i did a mad bid 

You won't last kid yo, i whup your ass 

Then vacate the premises, ?? of the genesis 

??? motherfucker can you step to this 

Can you handle the vandal the man on the force 

Through the scandal snuff your ass like a candle 

Well it's my rate, the high rate, the fly rate 

Since i rate, cause i rate, cause i make, you gyrate 

To the raw rappin cause it's all that it's all that 

It's raw jack, and it's time - to go to war jack 

So don't waste my time 

Let the bassline kick yo' ass with the chorus line 

A checka wreck a record, check-o-wreck 

I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with most respect 

Chorus:Don't be scared, pick up the mic (8x)