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"get on it" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs

One two checka, get, and dirty
And my sounds are of respect
So i'ma flex my text just a, major takeover
Chumps pass the mic
Growin more and more nervous when I serve ass whoopin
Comin out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school
Born to rule with class than billy dee
To a pussy emcee, you know a emcee
I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin
Pick the vic, who it be?
[guru
Your vote may the key
It's up to you, us true
Who'll be, herb of the

And your fake, you break, when choose, they lose
I'm like lethal, to you and your
like an outrage, when punks step on stage
With the weak show, flow, and still make dough
So i'ma take dough from em, and then em
Teach em how to get biz like this
Me and my gonna swarm... brainstorm

"get on it" --> dj flips it again

It at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled
From any angle, as I get on ducks
All the, sexy girlies wanna push up to
The man with the who don't flaunt his ego
Some motherfuckers as gifted
Not can move the crowd and uplift it
I'm swift with the like a bullet's trajectory
So stand next to me
It's like a, warm when my shells hit
You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell
To the pavement, no signs of movement
See I it, yo I had to do it
And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up
Cause i'ma you dead and stinkin like a sesspool
And all the chicks what's goin on
Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm
And you can beg for me to stay and
But sorry, I gots to go, got to pay
See by nature I'm
When I touch the mic, it's too hard for me
To let out, a mastermind of mad
Huh, me and my gonna swarm... brainstorm

"get on it" --> dj premier displays skills

I'm get ya
You might be than me, so i'ma wet ya
Come into your house to it with the
Malatov cocktail, I won't
Burn out eyeballs, and leave a note in braille
So what the fuck you do?
Yea I know I to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo
Come into my darkest deepest
We fought I won, and now you're and bein tortured
Water dripped upon your forehead
But you move, because you're tied up
time's up...