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Hush, I'm comin' through the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Crush My style's ridiculous Who's gettin' wit that spectaculous,
Word to Lexus, I'm New York I'm flowin' like Dom P so the cork 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. mission stop me, I'm outta control please Before I do autopsies on MC's
Open 'em up, they on the inside No pumpin', their organ missin' somethin' Trueness, they get no props without Das I come the real hip-hop
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 I hold it down, so that microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother ED is on the microphone
up, how y'all tryin' to play me, uh When I the way for y'all punks to MC You're not hard, ol' school your card Wit the quickness, chump and Jehovah
Agony of on the street In front of crew diggin', in front of your main chicken Ooh, it's than meet the eye, oh my God Somebody got by a hardcore 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 come the
chill, I got that microphone So lounge homeboy, you in the zone I can't believe, I with the mad degrees, boy the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I I it down, so gimme that 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 lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a brother like ED is on the microphone,