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Hush, I'm through with the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Crush What? My ridiculous Who's gettin' wit that spectaculous,
to Lexus, I'm from New York I'm flowin' Dom P so unpop the cork Now me for real do', I'm the one who came the back 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 real
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 it down, so gimme that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a brother ED is on the microphone
Hold up, how y'all tryin' to me, uh When I paved the way for punks to MC You're not hard, ol' school pull your Wit the quickness, chump and Jehovah
of defeat on the street In of your crew diggin', in front 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 come the truth
chill, I got that microphone 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 hold it down, so gimme microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger a brother like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh I it down, so gimme that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone a brother like ED is on the microphone, word