| Oh my God / International, how you mean? |
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| Come tru, come tru, come tru, tell them!
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| Verse One //
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| (Yo', check it) Let me introduce myself, my name’s DEF /
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| Got the walk of a champ and rep rap like there’s one year left /
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| I’m so deep in the cut but I’m no Jazz Jeff /
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| With no regard to the rest like I’m so Grand Theft /
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| But fuck the violence, we don’t get down like this /
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| Studio magic, that’s why the record sound like this /
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| (yo turn the music up!)
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| In the booth, burning the roof and pound my fist /
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| Ain’t having just anybody come around my gift / (yo')
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| Yo' turn the music up and let me start a war in your ear drum /
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| Detonate and ricochet your core like the snare drum /
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| Hold the mic psycho like the soldier who don’t fear none / (yo)
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| Veteran but with the (yo) kind of hunger found in year one / (yo)
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| And I don’t dare run, I ain’t afraid of suffering /
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| It could be that you tough or a bluff and I be that tougher man /
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| (what the fuck?)
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| So guard your space somebody might muscle in /
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| Push you in a hole, duck tape and now you muffling /
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| Yo' tie you to a pole and let the world know it’s over /
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| Then back into the lab with a casual composure /
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| I told ya' I’m here for exposure / (what?)
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| So if you wanna' diss', (check it) I understand you (yo) need closure /
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| (yeah) I ain’t no chaser so forget the Coca-Cola /
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| I spark with the flame like my energy was solar / (yeah)
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| And in the studio I be that match point composer / (yeah)
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| You bound to get check like it’s Navratilova / (yo)
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| Yo' I’m hard, (yeah) street, ghetto, (yeah) rugged /
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| No I ain’t cold blooded but I’ll leave your zone flooded /
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| I’m Def, one of the best to ever leave a stamp /
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| And I came in the game with a walk of a champ
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| Me all a' walk like a champion, talk like a champion /
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| And I came in the game with the walk of a champ /
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| Me all a' walk like a champion, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam /
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| And I came in the game with the walk of a champ /
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| Me all a' walk like a champion, talk like a champion /
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| And I came in the game (echo) /
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| Me all a' walk like a champion, talk like a champion /
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| And I came in the game with the walk of a champ /
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| Verse Two //
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| (yo') yo' on your mark get set, now watch your set get marked /
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| State of the art, it’s nothing kid I take em' apart /
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| With the rhymes that’ll glow in the dark, I flow in the dark /
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| Survival, so when I’m left alone with a Shark /
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| I shed no blood, I’m taking that beast to Noah’s Ark / (yo')
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| I’m a champ and I’m so off the hook like question marks / (yeah)
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| And I’m the type of dude to take it back to the start /
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| Where your mark got set and your set got marked /
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| Yo' I am the Sergeant, the General, potent just like a chemical /
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| Music is so hysterical, make it sound like a miracle /
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| Cut you from the umbilical, I’m starting your life /
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| And there ain’t nothing that can make DL depart from the mic /
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| I’m like a Sniper, the Hackney Pied Piper /
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| So turn my mic up, lighters up, I bite like white vipers /
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| Lock it down like Rikers /
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| I am one of the nicest to ever put down with these electronic devices /
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| (yo' check it) so Compadre', you better hit the highway / (yes)
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| The ink and my paper is my ebony and ivory / (yes)
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| Player, I come first, I’m premier, I’m primary /
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| All the words in the library ain’t enough to describe me / (listen!)
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| One of a kind, couldn’t clone this style /
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| These other rappers straight flop like a boneless spine /
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| And player I can sympathise just like a homeless child /
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| So when I put my record out, they just postpone they smile /
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| Cos' I’m hard, (yeah) street (yeah), ghetto, rugged /
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| No I ain’t cold blooded but I’ll leave your zone flooded /
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| I’m Def (yes), one of the best to ever leave a stamp /
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| And I came in the game with a walk of a champ |