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Hush, I'm comin' through the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Cold What? My style's gettin' wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to Lexus, I'm from New I'm flowin' like Dom P so the cork Now me for real do', I'm the one who came From the back and blew the out of Al Pacino
Welcome to this of lyricism I'm on a Doug E. Fresh Somebody me, I'm outta control please I do autopsies on these MC's
Open 'em up, hollow on the inside No heart pumpin', their organ somethin' Trueness, they get no props without Das I with the real hip-hop
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 lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a brother 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 card Wit the quickness, and Jehovah Witness
Agony of on the street In front of your crew diggin', in front of main chicken Ooh, it's more meet the eye, oh my God Somebody got shook by a hardcore
Speak on it, I get busy week on it Die, I and get unique on it The child, the chosen one Behind the Def come the truth
There chill, I got that So lounge homeboy, you in the zone I believe, I come with the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the funk extra shit up the sleeve, uh
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 maintain, huh I hold it down, so that microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone a brother like ED is on the microphone, word