Ya Wish Ya Could

(Hope to be dope as me) --> Guru [ VERSE 1 ] I can rock a beat, plus rock a rhyme I feel it's time to show my full versatility Nothin is impossible, I have the ability I see one, don't you woke, you wake up Take up your mic and take off your make-up This style I made up just of dust Because suckers like you I will burn to a crust You might think you're hard, but even iron got to rust I bust rhymes like a cherry You might think I'm nasty - yes, I'm very Cause I do it right just for you And I could rock it all night if you want me to So just lay back and let your head float Like a boat on the open sea But leave your mind open to me So I can put into it The sound, as it goes around and through it Just like a merry-go Though where we go You wish you could [ VERSE 2 ] There's no particular style, I only say as I feel And if I say it, you obey it and kneel And if you're still standin, I'ma put my hand in a fist Then apply the force to my wrist That'll surely floor ya, forget your lawyer If you try to sue me, I'ma say I never saw ya You're just a stranger, boy, I will derange ya Change ya, why put yourself in any danger? So step out the way or get stomped You're soft and off, I'm on time with the rhyme, I'm prompt For the simple fact that I got rhythm So does DJ Akshun, of course the force is with him So does Howie Tee, cause now we see what we have done Look what we created, and we made it for fun You try to make it better, cause it sounds so good But you wish you could [ VERSE 3 ] Rest for a second and just reconcile And play the record while You listen to the style of a specialist I'm a professional at this I'm here to fix all the things you missed I'm a perfectionist I seek to be exact All I need is just a mic and a track I'm a vocalist, and I'm a soloist also I sit back and watch too many fall, so Straight from Flatbush, Brooklyn in the house Diss the Bush and get mushed in the mouth You might consider me a hood - good But I got more money than you wish you could In my socks, and no, I don't sell no rocks Though on the microphone I got this sewn Hemmed, stemmed like a stone And you don't stop, because it feels so good But you wish you could