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Hush, I'm through with the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Cold What? My style's Who's gettin' wit that spectaculous,
Word to Lexus, I'm New York I'm like 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 of lyricism I'm on a Doug E. mission Somebody me, I'm outta control please I do autopsies on these MC's
Open 'em up, they on the inside No pumpin', their organ missin' somethin' Trueness, yeah get no props without Das I come with the hip-hop
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 I hold it down, so that microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother like ED is on the
up, how y'all 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 Jehovah
Agony of defeat on the In front of your crew diggin', in of your main chicken Ooh, it's more than the eye, oh my God Somebody got by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get busy every on it Die, I and get unique on it The miracle child, the one Behind the Def Squad the truth
There chill, I got microphone So lounge homeboy, you in the danger I believe, I come with the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the with extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so that microphone 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 that And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a brother like ED is on the microphone,