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Hush, I'm comin' with the bum rush Feelin's 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 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. mission Somebody stop me, I'm outta please Before I do on these MC's
'em up, they hollow on the inside No heart pumpin', their missin' somethin' Trueness, yeah get no props without Das I come with the real
I I hold it down, so gimme that And lounge homeboy, you in the zone a brother like E is on the microphone, uh
I I it down, so gimme that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a brother ED is on the microphone
Hold up, how 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 Witness
Agony of on the street In front of your crew diggin', in front of your chicken Ooh, more than meet the eye, oh my God Somebody got shook by a hardcore
on it, I get busy every week on it Die, I and get unique on it The miracle child, the one Behind the Def come the truth
chill, I got that microphone So homeboy, you in the danger zone I can't believe, I with the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the funk with extra up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme 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 that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a brother ED is on the microphone, word