Lyrics:
room table
When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard, for this life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
(woo)
I never been this happy before, this a different smile
Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music
Life is a blessing and a curse depending how you use
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Get this party started
Def Squad, yeah, Flipmode
Raw Footage, uh
Yeah
While I write, y'all jump in
Take a ride with me
New Hummer, no leases,
is survivin'
Your realistical leads, day by day I'm dyin'
Say I was gone, but rhymin', I didn't do 'em
Make sure the coffin is closed, 'cause I be
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
y'all bounce
Ya know? Uh-huh
Ya know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah)
Left to right, right to left (uh-huh, uh-huh)
It's So So Def
And uh, it's going down
y'all bounce
Ya know? Uh-huh
Ya know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah)
Left to right, right to left (uh-huh, uh-huh)
It's So So Def
And uh, it's going down
appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling
Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming
'Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton
E-dub be the best thing
hiding and we up in your school
Through the back so we in with the tool
Off the E-Pill, I'm actin' a fool
Stunt for bitches, you thinkin' you cool
Talkin'
chillin'
I got the whole Red Hook with me chillin'
Roll through if you want 'cause
(I don't care)
Yo, Def Squad got the girl and now I'm just chillin'
I'm
without a cable
Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't
a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
shoulders
Never shall I be an MC, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear Def clothes
Dapper like Dan from,
off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear Def clothes
Dapper like Dan from,
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
it come, here it come, here it come, y'all
Mos def, blessed with the breath of life so arise and give praises
Turn my face to where the mighty sun
without a cable
Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't
Discuss these def of life by e cuz Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In