E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down D: Hey yo up E-Swift E: Ah man, much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the everybody in hip-hop is so these days, man D: Man, brothers walkin' around 'cause' they get so many images E: I man, they don't know which way to take this music, man they forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we to let know, right now
The amount of time it me to write a hundred rhymes Be about the amount it takes you to a thousand dimes It's all a hundred, like yards i'm scorin' Like hundred dollar that I chill for cool storin' Or storage, mad rhymes straight be pourage soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein Uh, make you clench ya' work pays in many ways, seven days a week Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the And Defari Herut, true complete (singing) perfect combination Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future Quick to lace 'em, these And just when you that it's over we regenerate Like gamma, from scroll, we everywhere like cable Steady watch card table emcees fold
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the Yet still i remain a true emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm keepin it for the hardcore (Repeat)
The skills i are never less than real My thoughts are concrete, hard like steel My niggas how i feels (what?) Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on wheels They say hold it 'fari, hold it down I say "Don't worry baby, I'm for another round" Whether it's a rhyme, or it's a drink Me and the mic go together like and ink, in perfect sync every raw-deal beat A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm track meets The fighter pilot, put the mic to the I the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
No indeed hip-hop has changed through the century Yet still i remain a Likwit emcee And now you wonder why definately *scratches* i'm keepin' it for the hardcore (Repeat)
E: exactly what i'm talkin' about man, what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats man, shit's raw from the streets, that got us here today is get us over tomorrow, man, man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck D: It over
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with lyrical burst In the form of a verse rehearse Somebody get a nurse, for wack emcee, got bad injuries with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced rimmy-type be at the bar I recollect, then i French connect Grand Moniar Or Moniet, this nigga Herut LA of the Golden State, land of the sunny days Too many actin' funny ways Money plays a big part suddenly mixed with jumpin' change They they whole immagery, they chemistry Photography, they movie-make type, Hey yo i'm not impressed or I roll with the black McClane and blast full throttle With a of Hen i worldwind in this with fitness until the very end And even i'll begin again A lyrical here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the Yet still i remain a true emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the (Repeat 3x)
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