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Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the creature the Black Lagoon
gonna be a 187 real soon
If some niggas don't give me some room
I'm runnin the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track between space and time
And push back receding hair lines
the essence of the effervescence
At this melodic dynamic progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit back and watch your gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any of events
I be with sick rollin thick
Dissin the got America mad at me
my name was O.J. Simpson

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

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

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

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

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