Lyrics:
Battered and bruised living out this pain
Used to think “I was the man” cos I had some change
When I thought I had the game checked that’s when it
uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
I devoted my whole life to rockin'
Mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants
On backwards caus' I wanted to be
always stickin' 'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock
And privatized prisons are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
'Cause niggas kill more
bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut the fuck up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' [why's that?]
Cuz I'm
However, Rage'll wreck ya
'Cause I'm def, I kick my vocals
I'm loco, coast to coast or local, uh
I'll make 'em go cuckoo for my cocoa
Puffin' stuff, hey
remix I ever did in my life
So So Def
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one
baby, I ain't chasin'
'Cause only in still water we can see our faces
Real shit, I told my nigga
"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the A-p-l-to-the-d-e-ap
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
Hookin' up with
the wedding begin
Shot by an arrow of cupid through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready
the wedding begin
Shot by an arrow of cupid through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
Def Tech junky straight up MC
Rep Boogie down town out to NYC
MC Micro in the place to be
Cuz we hip hop da mic
and rock your body
E.D.O funky
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
a man
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone who's
'cause of the duct tape you fuck face
The Demigodz from Chrome Depot blazin with .38's
My clique is famous for the way we spit and rock flows
Leave
us on a path
For some elevation
'Cause for awhile our math was only 'bout some recreation
High percentage ale, being kids like garbage pail
But what
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
check 1-2-1-2
I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on
backwards caus' I wanted to be.... different.
I keeps'em
life
Could you imagine bein' lit up by some hot shells?
Imagine bein' tossed around and put in jail
Imagine life when you can't get from under
Imagine
Talk big here but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When they drop in the club starts acting up
I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E
on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got
high
Life's a mess don't stress, test
Of giving, but be thankful that you're living blessed
Guess who's back, coming back with the track supplied?
By
But Mos Def keep the crown, representin' Brooklyn, you know the vibe yo
From all borders, doorways and gates
Resurrection draws near, mankind awaits
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