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C'mon, your hands, wind it up (x6)

Hush, I'm comin thru with the bum
Feelins forced style, adidas, cold
What? my style's
gettin wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to lexus, I'm new york
I'm flowin like dom p so the cork
Now feelin me for do'
I'm the one who came the back and blew the brains out of al pacino
(word up) to this rendition
Of lyricism, I'm on a e.fresh mission
Somebody me, I'm outta control please
I do autopsies on these mc's
Open em up, they on the inside
No pumpin, their organ missin somethin
Trueness, they get no props
Without das I come with the real

I
I hold it down, so gimme that
And homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a like e is on the microphone, uh
I
I hold it down, so that microphone
And homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother e-d is on the microphone

Hold up, how y'all tryin ta me, uh
When I paved the way for punks to mc
You're not hard, ol school your card
Wit the quickness, chump and jehovah
of defeat on the street
In front of your crew diggin, in front of main chicken
Oooh, it's more meet the eye, oh my god
got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get busy every on it
Die e-i, I sing and get on it
The child, the chosen one
(poof) behind the def squad come the
chill, I got that microphone
So lounge homeboy, you in the danger
I can't believe, I with the mad degrees, boy
the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh