C'mon, clap hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap your hands, it up
Hush, I'm through with the bum rush forced style, Adidas, Cold Crush What? My style's Who's wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
to Lexus, I'm from New York I'm flowin' like Dom P so unpop the Now me for real do', I'm the one who came From the back and blew the brains out of Al
Welcome to rendition of lyricism I'm on a Doug E. Fresh Somebody stop me, I'm control please Before I do autopsies on these
Open 'em up, they hollow on the No pumpin', their organ missin' somethin' Trueness, yeah they get no 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 brother E is on the microphone, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone a brother like ED is on the microphone
Hold up, how tryin' to play me, uh When I paved the way for y'all to MC You're not hard, ol' school your card Wit the quickness, chump and Witness
Agony of defeat on the In front of your crew diggin', in front of main chicken Ooh, it's more than the eye, oh my God got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get busy every on it Die, I sing and get on it The miracle child, the one Behind the Def Squad the truth
chill, I got that microphone So homeboy, you in the danger zone I believe, I come with the mad degrees, boy the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh I hold it down, so that microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother like ED is on the microphone,