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Hush, I'm through with the bum rush forced style, Adidas, Cold Crush What? My style's gettin' wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to Lexus, I'm New York I'm flowin' like Dom P so unpop the Now me for real do', I'm the one who came From the and blew the brains out of Al Pacino
Welcome to rendition of lyricism I'm on a Doug E. Fresh Somebody stop me, I'm outta please Before I do autopsies on MC's
Open 'em up, they hollow on the No heart pumpin', their organ somethin' Trueness, yeah they get no props Das I come the real hip-hop
I I hold it down, so gimme that And lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a like E is on the microphone, uh
I I hold it down, so that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a brother like ED is on the
up, how y'all tryin' to play me, uh When I the way for y'all punks to MC not hard, ol' school pull your card 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 more than the eye, oh my God Somebody got shook by a mirage
on it, I get busy every week on it Die, I sing and get on it The child, the chosen one Behind the Def Squad 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 with shit up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a brother E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh I hold it down, so gimme microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother ED is on the microphone, word