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Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 soon
If some niggas don't give me elbow room
I'm with the Legion of Doom
Like a of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track between space and time
And push back like receding lines
That's the essence of the
At melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and your little gimmick backfire
Under the in any order of events
I be with niggaz rollin thick
the system got America mad at me
Like my name was O.J.

My is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that shit
The is comin through like the flu bombin you

My style is all that and a big bag of chips the dip
So fuck all that sensuous
The astronomical is through like the flu bombin you

My style is all that and a big bag of chips the dip
So fuck all that shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu you

Get off my d.k., you pitty pat bitch, stepped the party
People wonderin' if I'm a start some
Prisoner of the media often
people be blowin shit out proportion
False information and bogus
Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating
How could I? Why should I damage my
Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that ass can't get out
When I see you, I'm a pull dreads out your scalp
code red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought your head
I got the illest crew in the
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign
Yo, slow roll
Cause I don't really think you know with what you

My style is all and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that shit
The astronomical is comin through the flu bombin you

Man, bitches, I'm getting money
And laughin at these ass niggaz like they funny
The grand with milky material
I be the in the bottom of your cereal
One thing I gotta say, my Squad never it
Unlike you corny MC's out who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, your mouth all the time
Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk squeezin the life out of keyboards
While each MC the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen them niggas pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a true indeed
punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm back in the city
And all I can think about is keepin it