Off the Record lyrics

[Verse 1 - Promoe]

Whether outdoors or indoors, the crowd will en-dorse

My show, and end yours, that's natural laws

I get crazy applause, they Buju like Banton

I chant down Babylon it's the countdown

We're livin' in the last couple of days

That's why I never kick wack rhymes

Cause there ain't no time to waste

No time to fake, no time to chase the papes

Time to get it straight in nineteen ninety hate

That's the number and the mindstate

The only way you fuckin' with my style is if it's rape

But I got the mace and the pepper spray in my purse

After the battle one of us leavin' the hurse

I don't care if it's me but it's probably gonna be you though

But I'm chillin' like Blue Note's played on Pluto

I won't get mad if you say you took out Promoe

I just relax and sit back and

Watch ya nose grow

"Suckas step up.."

"You wanna battle.." "..don't even try it"

[Hook - Promoe]

Yo, my style is off the record

But don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second

My style is off the record

But don't turn off the record

Cause than it's off the record

Suckas!

[Verse 2 - Promoe]

If I cross you, I will diss you in a rhyme

Take it as a compliment I think you worth the ink, and the time

Who me, Promoe, with the master peal

Don't mess with me though cause I bust rhymes and piss

And fuck with dead emcees like necrophiliacs

But I can't dig 'em they actin' like maniacs

Thinkin' that the Promoe could ever get beaten

That's like a Danish guy gettin' drunk in Sweden

Not very likely cause when I step on stage

I get props from smoke spots to internet homepages

See my show as a sermon on the mount

Givin' emcees god's word I'm what it's all about

It's about this I'm in crisp on the mic

To me all y'all other clicks sound alike

So fuck you, plus your weak producer

Don't face you, you better face Medusa

I'll turn your weak flesh into solid stone

Simply because I rock on the microphone

And it don't stop it goes on and on

Like havin' sex with Erykah Badu 'til the early morn'

Check it out it don't stop

I keep on till the neighbors call the cops

[Hook - Promoe]

Cause my style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

Cause than it's off the record

Check it

"You wanna battle.."

"Suckas step up.." "..don't even try it"

[Verse 3 - Promoe]

Emcees talk a lot of shit I make 'em eat every word of it

I'm from the Looptroop crew I bet you heard of it

And still you wanna face me

Not even the man in the mirror can

Who you? A Swedish kid tryin' to be American

Couldn't take me out if I was the track

You wanna battle then you better bring some caps

Cause I'm takin' all your stash even though I'm drinkin' back

In the soundclash on yo' ass like a rash

Really rational lyrics

Spit like ammo from the lips of P-R-O-M-O

The mind state, scientists ain't figured yet

Your stock compared to mine, is nicorette to cigarette

You illiterate I'm educated

The university of hip-hop you never graduated

I heard some decent emcees right from the top of they heads

But I rhyme from the bottom of my heart, 'nuff said

"Suckas step up.."

"You wanna battle.." "..don't even try it"

[Hook - Promoe] (repeated til fade)

My style is off the record

But don't turn off the record

Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second