| See I done chalked up another one
|
| when I drop a ton
|
| bring your favorite MC
|
| and bring the light like the sun
|
| get done/bow down I be the one known to rock rhymes
|
| wit lines beyond yours
|
| to make it primetime
|
| I’m the master of the ceremony Mally G and it’ll be a long day before you see another me I be high in the clouds
|
| wit the system pumpin loud
|
| trippin love in life it’s the illest juvenile
|
| wit my nigga Red/runnin up in your spot wit enough dick for you and a friend
|
| so kill a ass we for those who huff
|
| and make you wanna kill a nigga
|
| after takin one puff.
|
| wit the stuff/shit is tough
|
| but all stress takes away
|
| from the Tanqueary murder in my way hay.
|
| young world peep my method of madness
|
| watch it bring sadness
|
| because its that thirl
|
| it’s me against the world (Now who the fuck)
|
| wanna see Jamal I fades em all
|
| I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
|
| I gets mad wreck when wreck is the concept
|
| stickin tecs to fake niggas necks when they flex
|
| For those that don’t know about my flows
|
| let me introduce
|
| I’m ear tight plus pack a deuce deuce
|
| I’m 5 feet 5 inches
|
| I serve the best of the lyricsts
|
| I come swiff. |
| Def Squad soloist
|
| I be the illest realest gettin bust shorties
|
| rollin wit Reggie smokin blunts &drinkin 40's
|
| Im rippin out the frame wit information
|
| when I unleash shit
|
| I dust em off like creation
|
| (when its on its on) say word bind
|
| word bind on his momma and his. |
| and his kids
|
| I represent the east where niggas ill. |
| Fuck peace
|
| all the shit you talkin nigga
|
| that will get yo ass deceased
|
| Murder.havent you heard a what I be poppin
|
| when I do ill shit I only represent my home
|
| its P-H-I double the L, Y when I’m in Newark, North 18th
|
| hittim double I now sigh in relief cuz yall cant see me I be the luniest little ass MC
|
| Now… when I drop my format I mak yo brains go splat
|
| from what I pack niggas gots to react |