Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?. Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon. There's gonna be a 187 real soon. If some niggas don't give me some elbow room.
Verse 1. . When I rap competition perform disappearing acts. I jam suckers like smuckers. My squad is funky like a six pack of motherfuckers. With conversation my creations will collider nations into confrontation.
Y'all mythalogical niggas is comical. The astronomical is coming through like the flu bombing you. And embalming in your crew too. With the musical mystical magical, you know how I do.
Verse 1. . Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function. with scientifical mad man consumptions. with mass productions of mass conjunctions.
To my man L.O.D. Def Squad. Hey yo this goes out to my man. Adrissa "Knockout" Beauwright and Anthony "Apple" Ames. Word is bond. I'm talking to my peoples all across the land.
You better recognize what.. Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck.. Word up it's the cold blooded sin.. Strickly murder.. Legion of Doom 94.. Word 'em up this is how we do that shit..
Just because you came here. Doesn't mean that you can stay. Just because you woke up this mornin'. Doesn't mean you can stay awake. . Yo the streets is hungry - word.
[CHORUS]. Gimme Gimme watch ya got. Full blast all night. Cause I got my swagger back, say what. I got my swager back, OK. You better get your swagger back.
Verse 1:. Cow will burn ya, I'm taken MC's straight under. And you can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha). Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone.
Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked. And bust some to keep me uplifted. It flows to my braincells like from smoke. I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc'.
And and all you niggas with those crazy ass names. MC Murda and and and DJ Kill A Lot. And and and and DJ Stank Finga and all that shit. Aye aye, fuck all of those silly ass rumple stilsken ass shit.
I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody. Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all. Uhh, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon , get it up y'all. Uhh, yeah yeah , uhh, I know y'all like this one.
"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit". . Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine. Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon.
Intro:. Yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. This is for only certain people (word up). This is for all my peoples in the struggle. All my peoples in jail. All my peoples dyin' to live.
Is it on?. Fagot ass niggas, talkin' all that bullshit. Worried about what I do but I don't give a fuck. You know what I'm sayin', 'cuz if I listen to that shit.
One, two... one, two. Keith Murray and Jazze Pha. Servin em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell. . Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn. Grab my remote control cut my stereo on.
Come on Yeah. . Hook:. Who you wit? Where you at? (x2). . I'm stanking strong. Twenty three years old now. With the big bang boogie and the big pow pow.
Now get'em. Yeah, we gonna set shit straight. All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now. None of y'all niggaz don't't know me. You crazy, punk ass nigga.
"word"- Slick Rick. . Intro:. Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All. my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def.
Verse 1. . Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function. with scientifical mad man consumptions. with mass productions of mass conjunctions.