It's the return of the lyrical lunatic still kickin' rough shit What you say, I'll slap your stank ass, bitch I shake and build my craft like an architect Teflon style rhymes be Gortex with the highness of the ruler on my cock All this over hip and the hop bullshit gonna stop it be Keith not Bill Murray not Sweat, your politics be politically incorrect We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like, well, of course Def Squad go off a rough course You weak wack niggas, can't do me none Five hundred radian height, I run with the sun Apparently you need to check my pedigree And do the knowledge to the S C I E N C E Fake ones fear it, real ones cheer it 'Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit With logic and breaches, I justify my means, see you on the scene Fuck you up like Tyson did the big screen And fag'll rock, yeah, bees like that if you kill my dog I'm a slay your cat Say word, say word, say word, say word Say word, say word, say word, say word Face off with Castor Troy, strap your boys Hook y'all to answer cant bang half the noise Ask Dunkin Hines got my shits twice as moist Plus status, do it to a T B A for rackets Pull out the Vicks 44 cough suppressant Then talk about me on HBO cab confessions Got a, bitch gobanas, hangin' out the Honda She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up I smoke with the Luniz out in the bay Before you get smoked, I ask who you with wit Jay It's bizarre, hyphen are ake mics dissolve My penmanship run concurrent with lightnin' rods I clap you in the spine when I grab on mine You so soft, I should call you 101.9 When I pull out the denim and break the call minum You stupid, I act stupid right along with ya Say word, say word, say word, say word Say word, say word, say word, say word I step out the truck like you want somethin' Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin' Fly guy, the type to flash the figure Same type who would cold back stab his nigga I know you, you a hater You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator Your envy is strong, outlook is wrong Don't compete with the vet my track recs too long Mercedes wack but they're pumpin' the song Recitin' it word for word when my tune comes on Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds You're carrying and walkin' when you shouldn't be talkin' Bitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench him Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension There's a few things I've got to mention Def Squad be the name and boys the definition, that's my word Say word, say word, say word, say word Say word, say word, say word, say word © NOTTING DALE SONGS INC; FAMOUS MUSIC CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com