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