Every night I pray to God: ‘Please, no more wack MC’s.’
J-Ro, “Likwit,” from Tha Alkaholiks’ 21 and Over, 1993

Every night I pray to God: ‘Please, no more wack MC’s.’
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery,
Punk, don’t flatter me.
What good is a beautiful dame with a Rolls-Royce frame, and a Volkswagen brain?
I got Soul Power, never took a cold shower,
Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour.
Footballs, basketballs, microphones, gas and grass…
Just some of the few things that J-Ro likes to pass.
You’s a nigga everybody diss, cause you can’t bust this,
You got a bad name like Dick Butkus.