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Hush, I'm comin' through the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Crush What? My ridiculous Who's gettin' wit spectaculous, miraculous?
to Lexus, I'm from New York I'm flowin' Dom P so unpop the cork Now feelin' me for real do', I'm the one who From the and blew the brains out of Al Pacino
Welcome to this rendition of I'm on a Doug E. mission Somebody stop me, I'm outta please Before I do autopsies on these
Open 'em up, hollow on the inside No pumpin', their organ missin' somethin' Trueness, they get no props without Das I come the real hip-hop
I I it down, so gimme that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger a brother like E is on the microphone, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a like ED is on the microphone
up, how y'all tryin' to play me, uh When I paved the way for punks to MC You're not hard, ol' school pull your Wit the quickness, and Jehovah Witness
of defeat on the street In front of your crew diggin', in front of your chicken Ooh, it's than meet the eye, oh my God got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get busy week on it Die, I sing and get on it The miracle child, the one Behind the Def come the truth
There chill, I got that So lounge homeboy, you in the danger I can't believe, I with the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the funk extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme that And homeboy, you in the danger zone a brother like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh I hold it down, so gimme microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a brother ED is on the microphone, word