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