(feat. Murray, Redman)
[Keith [Funkmaster Flex cuts and "Live up in this piece"] up in this piece I'ma set off like this, me out Now who's these niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of I think them niggaz is gay having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya instrumental comes on] I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck We stay with the lethal Click on the mic run like roaches Now got me up in England my jewels be dangling my single be singling I with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some
Yes I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga 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 Funkmaster Flex yes who's To get they whole set like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the Def Squad represent, yes we swift We comes the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic
Murray] We to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of with the dip So fuck all sensuous shit I represent intellectual And leave your click than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the If if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get Scuff our on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a by nate 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 niggaz try to The L.O.D. love confrontation of amp Break your motivation your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top fellas Blow the spot like Branford Niggaz through and acting wild Redman smack the off that kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your Watch, what next, I'ma take this ghettoness A something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in song So I bomb ALL hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo To fulfill all these 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 with This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, crack junkies respect me Then commence to an instrumental pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker the fuckin beat on deck! we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the War Chant]