Intro:
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This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown.
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Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy. Tri
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State Area. Long Island
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Verse 1:
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Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep
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like gutters
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I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through fire
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Across barded wire, what? I'm quick to Change Faces without R. Kelly
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When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up like house kitchen
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When I'm bitchin' with this redition, chill or you might catch an ass
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whippin'
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There's something wrong ha, I can't go on, and commence
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Tear the frame out an MC's ass with the quickness, no forgiveness
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This is the way E does buisness, one touch and I'll weaken the average came
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to be rap star
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By far by far, my entourage is Sugar Hill like Wesly Snipes
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Def Squad is the main attraction for y'all everynight
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Hook:
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"I came through the door" - Rakim
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And I set it off (X4)
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Verse 2:
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Dun da da, the E Double brings it full steam
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Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream
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I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and decapitate all
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gimmick MC's
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Yeah, I come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those duck MC's that
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can't handle
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My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a symbol like
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the Grym Reaper
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To signify, gamma ray I display on wax is ridiculous, way out likt the crew
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on Star Trek
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Yeah, I keep my style Black like Panthers, with women more fat than
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Samathas
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Damn, this don't make no F in' sense, for me to be on top bigger than
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monuments
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A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole
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That got put into your soul
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Hook (x4)
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Verse 3:
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For those that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see
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my names on something
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Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I develop
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without speech (woah)
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On bended knee I could damage an MC, thourgholy
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Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black Superman in the
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sky
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Flying through the air with green eyes
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Hook (x4)
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Keith Murray talking outro:
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Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. Don't even step up, word is born.
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L.O.D. is in here too you know what I'm sayin'? Def Squad for life, PPP
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taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest, north, south,
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east, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south, everywhere I sets it
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off. You know what I'm saying? Paintin the boards, rippin' the mic, rippin'
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niggas anything you like word up set it of E D. Keith Murray in this piece.
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Set it Off
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| EPMD |
