Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Mic check; number one, never two (yeah)
Io pon di riddim in case you never knew
With some lyrics weh me sling mek Goliath get slew
Tell me now,
what you want but just like hip hop I was born in the Bronx and just like dj aj I can pass the test because 1520 Sedgwick was where I was blessed. All
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Na zobo way enter glass cup na be red wine
Life sweet but no be tongue them take dey test am
Food way go belleful man na eye you take dey know am
Your
falls, skulls burst in two
The eyes burst from sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors he does this to
Piling up the corpses of those he slew
and a whole slew of new boos
Two by two, the usual, and even switch up the hues
They fake toughing, mean mugging trying to give us the blues
You only act mect
lose, why?
Because I'm him times two
Experience if I had your IQ
Err, look at his teeth
I think this nigga fights food permanent tan
He's as black as when
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
Ha-ha, yeah (ha)
Rest in peace, rest in peace
Rest in peace, rest in peace, yeah (bitch)
RIP, RIP, RIP, RIP, hey (I hope you niggas die)
(DJ
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Birth of the Sparkchild - Featuring Orlando Watson & Simon Novsky
Written by Adrian Orlando Watson II & Simon Novsky
Sevana Sounds (BMI), Simon
two
The eyes burst from sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors he does this too
Piling up corpses of those he slew
until it was hard to tell
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the cause so
Feel
test GOD in my park
Nigga don't test GOD in my
Yeah I'm in your city, nigga
I'm repping my hometown turf, yeah
012 my block repping my hometown turf
Cap
out like
You niggas is losers
You niggas done proven
That we are untouchable
When there's a slew of us
And only 2 of you
Gravity getting real tired
taller than a giraffe (tall)
Feng shui by the mic stand, have you ever had two one-night stands? (have you ever?)
I'm a emperor, very sinister
Somewhere
think I’m a dick, choose to ignore the lit fuse
That help me slit, chew, and hit, blew, and get two bitches to fit through my narrow vision
And get slew
mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
I'm not a DJ's DJ
Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay)
I am your
Put your food on the scale, food on the scale
Ayy, it's not everyday trap on Snap
You wanna test? It's fine by me
New era, hit 'em with the new
of Kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says, "I understand about the food,
Baby Bubba, but we're still
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