| Def Squad. |
| Comin’to you with the ultimate and the real.
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| Straight outta the NJ.
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| Representin’the real deal yo kickin’your ass.
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| Scratching Dat’s my word Word up Well it’s the soup troop higher than parachutes
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| I get wick like Jimi Hendrix off the avenue
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| Blow your Yamahas watch me harmanize hummmm
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| Represent the 0−7-1−0-3 to the 1 dudes
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| Hand your guns loose rock from morn light to dawn too
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| Break the walls fo China with steel vaginas
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| Great balls of fire I don’t need no equalizer
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| To turn my voice low or higher like Maria
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| Godzilla killa iller illiotic psychogaloptic runnin’for office
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| Look at all these little Japan people
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| that are squashin’with the funk, helicopters come
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| So I puff, the funk diversifies from the lye
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| Swines turn to popters into fried shrimp rice
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| But it’s no prob I’m just here to do my job
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| And burn all you niggas third degree
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| Dat’s my word
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| Scraching
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| Hook:
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| Word up in the place to be Smoking motherfuckers in the industry (x4)
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| I blow the frame with I’m acting deranged
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| Strange like Cameo on Soul Train with gold frames
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| The 18th letter who’s brain is wetter then mine?
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| I destroy MC’s of all kinds
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| I represent no question confidentaly
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| my mysteries are solved for Agatha Christie
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| Death sponge my lyrical format as it crush
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| 116th and Park got the hush
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| What you gonna do when they come for you voodu
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| Rollin’like Stones on tour puttin’metaphors in pause
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| Redman’s the shit with my lyrical tech
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| ya swear that Godzilla and Gamera just met on your set
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| Check I’m hyperactive with vocab collects
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| Exorist style twisting your cap back perhaps
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| You can try some new nouns and verbs in your raps
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| Like dat but you’re still wack
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| Dat’s my word
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| Hook
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| I can set it off for my people in the front in the back
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| Milky like Simalac you can ask
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| DJ Honda if my ganja style come from under
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| One hit feel the thunder from this hunter
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| Jump up while I House your Pain with the posion rock rivers to lakes
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| Resivors in the ocean I be coastin'
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| 5 seconds fatality lies the record
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| Down left left punch
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| Scoopin’y’all nigga like jacks up in the bunch
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| Turn into a dragon bite your bodies in half in one crunch
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| And I can do that in my raps too
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| Tattoo leave permanent marks but I spark like gats do Any you could of died when I’m through with you
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| This body be for you, say peace to your crew
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| Dat’s my word
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| Hook |