Yo, the burial ground sound, Dunn It's out here Staten Island puttin' chills in y'all in it, yo
My hot '97 Mentality Keep me on point for my four digit lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen, on the TV
Gambino Cappacino to the Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly Never to the diction, 'cause chaos to mixin'
Brutalize a sound check, through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a Forced in the world 'Donna freeze the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap If you to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth, it's all real wigs might Livin' and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four diamond named God Alias Daryl Hill bring back to kill Circle around my son, Jr. never eatin' large Dauntie sixteen holdin' me down
AIDS of rap music may be to sound Verbal the slang pushed to create pronoun Method J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground food for thought 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 steal cake from stores That's my type of I be wantin' on my tours Can't help it, my styles fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square, I rough like the Clan
on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive Children of the Corn Gats and my man, keep 'em bustin' he's gone
Style so ancient it sparks just like the 'Donna through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of niggaz get stitches
So what up with that kid, when I attack kid Watch how the hits you, just like the fat kid Form another pyramid, look how we All over Park Hill, politic
On a twenty bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather,
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