(feat. Murray, Redman)
[Keith [Funkmaster cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in piece set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, crazy, pussy, out of straw they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think niggaz is gay Always having a party no DJ [Protect Ya Neck comes on] When I rap competition be like "What be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck We stay with the lethal on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my be dangling While my be singling I come the hardcore please come off the wall with some more
Yes y'all I come down with the Don't know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively EPMD LP's Robbin for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you the Olde E brew Down with Flex yes who's next To get whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down the sound Def represent, yes we extra swift We comes the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough on the mic dynamite
[Keith We here to make a out of fifteen cents And let our balls like we on the toilet takin a shit is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all sensuous shit I intellectual violence And leave your holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift the Ruck If your if was a we'd be ALL fucked 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 love to ya Cuz a freak by nate make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics straight with no chaser My verbal combat's a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to The L.O.D. love good of amp Break your murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers Blow the spot like Marsalis comin through and acting wild Redman smack the off that kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take ghettoness A little for the wicked and beyond Trapper can't find the sickness in this song So I ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like I a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all fantasies on the island To come back home wildin chrome 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 techniques bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an 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]