(feat. Murray, Redman)
[Keith [Funkmaster Flex cuts and "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this I'ma set off this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy Matter of I think them niggaz is gay having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck comes on] When I rap competition be "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, that We stay the lethal dosage Click on the mic run like roaches Now got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my be singling I come the hardcore Redman come off the wall with some more
Yes y'all I come with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all Fuck you and you drink the Olde E Down with Funkmaster yes who's next To get whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra We comes with the boogie, all you rookies We tough cookies on the mic dynamite
[Keith We here to make a out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips the dip So fuck all sensuous shit I represent violence And leave your click holier the ten commandments Like I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL up No need to ask who is he so we get Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by Can't make the ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your As soon as one of you try to overreact The L.O.D. love confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top fellas the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin and acting wild Redman the smile off that kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your Watch, what next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the and beyond Trapper John can't find the in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper These Def mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like I bought a bag of herb Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these on the island To come back home wildin with cash and diamonds In fact I keep you in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked on the streets Peep, how I get funky with This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack respect me Then commence to an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his fuckin set! [Flex mixes the Zulu War Chant]