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Hush, I'm comin' through with the bum Feelin's style, Adidas, Cold Crush My style's ridiculous Who's wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
to Lexus, I'm from New York I'm flowin' like Dom P so unpop the Now feelin' me for do', I'm the one who came From the back and blew the brains out of Al
to this rendition of lyricism I'm on a Doug E. Fresh Somebody stop me, I'm control please Before I do autopsies on these
'em up, they hollow on the inside No heart pumpin', their missin' somethin' Trueness, they get no props without Das I come with the hip-hop
I I hold it down, so gimme that And lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a brother E is on the microphone, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger When a brother ED is on the microphone
Hold up, how y'all to play me, uh I paved the way for y'all punks to MC You're not hard, ol' school pull card Wit the quickness, chump and Witness
Agony of defeat on the In front of your crew diggin', in front of main chicken Ooh, more than meet 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 child, the chosen one Behind the Def Squad come the
There chill, I got microphone So lounge homeboy, you in the zone I can't believe, I come the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the with extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I I it down, so gimme that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone 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 danger a brother like ED is on the microphone, word