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Hush, I'm comin' through the bum rush forced style, Adidas, Cold Crush What? My ridiculous gettin' wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to Lexus, I'm New York I'm like Dom P so unpop the cork 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. mission stop me, I'm outta control please Before I do on these MC's
Open 'em up, they hollow on the No heart pumpin', their organ missin' Trueness, yeah get no props without Das I come with the real
I I it down, so gimme that microphone And homeboy, you in the danger 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 y'all tryin' to me, uh When I the way for y'all punks to MC You're not hard, ol' school your card Wit the quickness, and Jehovah Witness
of defeat on the street In front of your diggin', in front of your main chicken Ooh, it's than meet the eye, oh my God got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get every week on it Die, I sing and get on it The child, the chosen one Behind the Def Squad the truth
chill, I got that microphone So lounge homeboy, you in the zone I can't believe, I with the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the funk extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh I it down, so gimme that microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone a brother like ED is on the microphone, word