Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Endonesia , by - Chuck D. Song from the album Autobiography Of Mistachuck, in the genre R&BRelease date: 31.12.1995
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Endonesia |
| Yeah, feedback back for your bad ass, yeah |
| As you witness I’m surrounded by two more emcees outta my war council |
| My Rottweiler of Rhymes, B-Wyze a.k.a. Blast |
| Introducing my Doberman of Destruction, Lyrical Destroyer |
| Dow Jonz a.k.a. John Connor Of Moruturi |
| My war council comin' smashin' through battle zones of microphones |
| Whatever goes, whatever goes, whatever goes, whatever goes |
| Yo, my man, the rhymes I write, they be the illest |
| And I be fucking up careers like those of Arnold, Kimberly and Willis |
| You’ll take the penicillin, Run DMC & Jay say I be illin' |
| My crew ain’t juicy, I am not cold chillin' |
| I’m a super villain, I’d even room with Dr. Doom and we’d be killin' |
| I’d rip a bitch in London just for one shilling |
| I’m on your cable, Channel X, I’m causing strife |
| It make me wanna holler, son, the way they do my life, check it |
| Executives in suites eat dinner and discuss |
| How I can make more for us whenever I bust |
| I step forth from the jungle in fatigues, the everglades |
| Canteen full of liquor, I’m sitting on grenades |
| Little women squirming from the 12th down to 11th grades |
| When they peep me in the magazine |
| Upon they wall they stick the page |
| But you’re too young I’ll take you mom |
| And shacked from shells and bombs |
| Uncle Sam make brothers Uncle Toms in Vietnam |
| Battle two, so what you gonna do? |
| Skilla-skills, the land of Endonesia |
| Battle two, so what you gonna do? |
| Skilla-skills, the land of Endonesia |
| Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia |
| Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz |
| Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia |
| Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz |
| Yo, it’s A Low Down Dirty Shame |
| How I’m Surviving The Game to get the Glory |
| Son, this ain’t no West Side Story |
| Who’s The Man that started with the Boyz In Da Hood |
| And The Five Heartbeats, he would Shuffle Hollywood? |
| Could it be the King Of New York |
| Up in the lights from them days in Crooklyn |
| To them Harlem Nights? |
| In this New Jack City, I’m the man with the Juice |
| Meet me Uptown Saturday Night, Bustin' Loose |
| The Mack, The Black Caesar, and if She’s Gotta Have It |
| I’ma Do The Right Thing and please her |
| Her man got a death wish 'cause he wanna fight |
| But I hold a Lethal Weapon on Judgement Night |
| Yo bring it on, MC’s ain’t ready for the battle |
| My Posse will leave you Sleepless In Seattle |
| 48 Hours of nothin' but Tales From The Hood |
| Gimme Dead Presidents, Fella, cause I’m Good |
| Battle zones, on and on |
| Skilla-skillz, Endonesia |
| Battle zones, on and on |
| Skilla-skillz, Endonesia |
| Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia |
| Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz |
| Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia |
| Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz |
| One more time |
| Yo this ahm, KSUF, K-S-U-F, period |
| And I am your only trackman |
| That like to think ??? |
| been in my life, oh shit |
| Motherfuckers is so bitch, he brake it on |
| And aaah… I wanna hear Dow Jonz |
| Ey yo Chuck, Chuck |
| How you doin man? |
| You got your back off, and B-Wyze |
| So he straight shit on, man |
| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
| God damn, like the 85'ers eat the ham |
| I’ll eat up weak MC’s and that means shorty and his man |
| My name is Dow from the clique about to die |
| Others call me John Connor and perhaps I’ll tell the reason why |
| While Hiroshima blackens up the sky |
| I will lounge inside my shelter as you fry as you’re incinerated |
| I’ll come around again forget me not |
| I had to shine with darkness for a minute, that was hot, yo |
| Semen in a women from the men without hats |
| Get your life split up like some Kit-Kat's |
| I seem to be triple teamed by gang green who don’t listen |
| Blunts them must be hittin' truck emission |
| I stress the position at the top of the slop |
| Cracka’s be droppin' a lot like saltines out the box |
| I despise singin' songs in the low rider, duckin' cynics |
| Fuck 'em and those Johnny-come-critics |
| Rock on |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (endonesia) |
| Rock 'em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz) |
| Hot 97.5 on your dial |
| Word up Flip Squad, your boy Kibidy-Coo |
| KK Holliday |
| (Blowin your mind one time |
| Bootleg the lyrical I… murderer) |
| Autobiography of Mistachuck, where is that new joint? |
| Where is that new joint? |
| (Boo-yaa) |