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Defari

Duane Johnson, Jr., also known as Defari, is a West Coast hip hop artist. Primarily, he is a solo artist, additionally he is a member of the Likwit Junkies, a rap duo with DJ Babu of Dilated Peoples. He was born at UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, California. He attended the University of California, Berkeley. He began DJing as a young kid in 1982. He was more focused on emceeing, and by 1995, released his first single "Bionic" on Oakland based ABB Records. With the help of E-Swift of Tha Alkaholiks, by 1999, Defari recorded his first album, released on Tommy Boy/Warner Bros. Records. more »

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I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole world but never been to Florida

They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags

I don't f*ck with that industry flow
What I do f*ck with is that industry dough
BMI, EMI, gimme all that
A side deal with who? Why not, where I sign at?

I used to do unto others, this the difference
This year f*ck with things in my best interest
This ain't the new, it's the old from way back
Click it or Ticket, man they forcin' us to stay strapped

Act like you know, right now if not ASAP
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Still blastin' away
Spit and put the cash away, passion to play
Mashin' my way through this Babylon
Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to gamble on

Luxury lyrics, I give free of charge
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Beat this down the block and you'll be like G's
Movin' on up like George and Louise

On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese
My folks, came up, in these L.A. streets
I knock and I bump, like 8:15's
They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens

Defari is a method of truth
If you wanna know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali
Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou
Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streets

Now the beat swing numchuk style
I'm like Jim Kelly tellin' sucker MC's duck down
Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery
And third strike energy, rockin' cleverly pitchin' heat

Fernando Valenzuela, original slangster
Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger
Call my travel agent, have her arrange
South America, South Africa and Southeast Asia

Then back to Mid-City we stack and get busy
In fact, Drev's barbecue and Hustle got 'gnac
The way I manhandle bully muscle the track
Thank God, I never focused on hustlin' crack

It's Rakaa with that educated animal rap
I still fight back and question when they handin' me scraps
In the fresh Denim jacket with the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

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