C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap hands, wind it up
Hush, I'm through with the bum rush Feelin's forced style, Adidas, Cold What? My ridiculous gettin' wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to Lexus, I'm from New I'm flowin' Dom P so unpop the cork Now feelin' me for real do', I'm the one who From the back and blew the out of Al Pacino
Welcome to this of lyricism I'm on a E. Fresh mission Somebody stop me, I'm outta control Before I do autopsies on MC's
Open 'em up, hollow on the inside No heart pumpin', their missin' somethin' Trueness, yeah get no props without Das I come with the hip-hop
I I it down, so gimme that microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a brother E is on the microphone, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme microphone And lounge homeboy, you in the danger a brother like ED is on the microphone
Hold up, how tryin' to play me, uh I paved the way for y'all punks to MC You're not hard, ol' school pull your Wit the quickness, chump and Witness
Agony of on the street In front of your crew diggin', in front of main chicken Ooh, it's than meet the eye, oh my God Somebody got shook by a mirage
on it, I get busy every week on it Die, I sing and get on it The child, the chosen one Behind the Def Squad the truth
There chill, I got that So homeboy, you in the danger zone I can't believe, I come the mad degrees, boy Freakin' the funk with shit up the sleeve, uh
I I hold it down, so gimme that And lounge homeboy, you in the zone When a like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh I hold it down, so gimme microphone And homeboy, you in the danger zone When a brother ED is on the microphone, word