
Date of issue: 14.12.1990
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Hardcore |
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air |
Some say it’s chill, New York throw chairs |
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip |
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip |
Low to avoid the caps and blows |
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows |
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd |
But they can’t, systems crank So What’cha Saying’s pumping loud |
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and |
The bass continues to thump |
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks |
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched |
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps |
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout |
Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold turn the party out |
(E Double) |
Rap combat squares sat and I attack |
Any crab MC that’s down wit the wack |
And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck |
Throw a knock, I’ll blow and look for a tech |
I’m terror, new edition to rap era |
I can’t be beat, I’m too sweet plus clever |
I’m smart, yes, I’m a so called genius |
I’m equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)? |
Yo, wit that, I can break fool |
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools |
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel |
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal |
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D |
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship |
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I’ll flip |
I’m far from a chump, I’m harcore like Brooklyn |
Mess wit me and get your manhood token |
(Redman) |
I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex |
You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex |
I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit |
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit |
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes |
Renegade rapper, rip when it’s rhyme time |
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? |
so when I ?(pit)? |
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit |
Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a Fuck a freak, words before play |
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack |
On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback |
A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson |
A madmen who mutilize men with 9 mm |
Bullets ?(brobab)? |
brother back to back I slam |
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam |
Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson |
I jam like Janet, chew MC’s like Swanson |
Get a stamp dummy, I’m digging a dungeon |
Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums |
Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro |
My afro’s in the house, yo, yo, yo Known as I live large, life will be luxury |
Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me Nasty nigga, competition is none |
From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn |
Shit, rap is still when I’m stroking |
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking |
Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea |
Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; |
Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels |
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