C'mon clap your hands wind it up (x6)



Hush I'm comin thru with the bum rush

Feelins forced style Adidas Cold Crush

What? My style's ridiculous

Who's gettin wit that spectaculous miraculous?

Word to Lexus I'm from New York

I'm flowin like Dom P so unpop the cork

Now feelin me for real do'

I'm the one who came from the back and blew the brains out of Al Pacino

(Word up) Welcome to this rendition

of lyricism, I'm on a Doug E.Fresh mission

Somebody stop me, I'm outta control please

before I do autopsies on these MC's

Open em up, they hollow on the inside

No heart pumpin, their organ missin somethin

Trueness, yeah they get no props

without Das I come with the Real Hip-Hop



I maintain

I hold it down, so gimme that microphone

and lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone

when a brother like E is on the microphone, uh

I maintain

I hold it down, so gimme that microphone

and lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone

when a brother like E-D is on the microphone



Hold up, how y'all tryin ta play me, uh

when I paved the way for y'all punks to MC

You're not hard, ol school pull your card

wit the quickness, chump and Jehovah Witness

Agony of defeat on the street

In front of your crew diggin, in front of your main chicken

Oooh, it's more than meet the eye, oh my god

Somebody got shook by a hardcore mirage

Speak on it, I get busy every week on it

DIE E-I, I sing and get unique on it

The miracle child, the chosen one

(POOF) Behind the Def Squad come the truth

There chill, I got that microphone

so lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone

I can't believe, I come with the mad degrees, b