Yo, it's the burial ground sound, real out here Staten Island puttin' chills in niggaz in it, yo
My hot '97 Mentality Keep me on point for my four salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one I'm soon to be seen, on the TV
Cappacino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high to rap council love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, chaos to mixin'
a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna freeze Through the damage to the wannabe and Def Squad
Ruckus a in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, of strangers My word of mouth, it's all real might peel Livin' large and in branch out Bon Voyage
diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring back to kill around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin' large Auntie Dauntie holdin' me down
AIDS of rap may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang back to create pronoun Method forcin' J-Love to Bring the from underground Realizin' food for is self-compromisin'
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O Blue do what he do to keep currency risin' Hopin' I catch a deal so we can catch a full Instead of catchin' bodies, niggaz not it real
Dirtball niggaz that cake from stores That's my type of I be wantin' on my tours Can't it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square, I stay rough the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my Punk better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Gats and my man, 'em bustin' till he's gone
Style so ancient it sparks like the unicorn 'Donna come through my uniform Changes and switches, I came to ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggaz get
So what up that kid, danger when I attack kid Watch how the slang you, just like the fat kid another pyramid, look how we slid All over Hill, Stapleton politic
On a twenty bill all in it together You can't fuck the stormy weather, yaknahmean?
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