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For she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber
Scary wise I'm way past terror
I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella
Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments of E Dub
I be the one to cause the confusion
Twist your mind to pieces
Make ya think I'm losin'
Yeah n***az try to provoke me
But I'm a tower god
So there ain't no hope
B***hes like d**e E
So I resume If they step
I Buck a Shot like I'm Black Moon
Let me ask you's Y'all Feel That like Erykah
Control the states and make a Def America
My styles legit peep the steez a bit
It's official like a licensed 45 pistol
Word to the Preacher's Wife
I got the power to annoy ya
And keep them shiesty folks on point
I'm the butler servin' MC's
Because I love to
N O quote You're a Customer
I put you in your right mind and frame
I de rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train
All aboard with the Def Squad if you can hang
My name be precise range when I aim I flame
F**k a gun when I was twelve I was bustin' 'em
Young just wanna have fun like little Just' and 'em
But Doc never trusted them h*es double crossed me
Foes I take it to the n***a started you hustlin'
Whether it be w**d d**e or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show soak his toes
Make n***az bow down when I'm drunk off Gold Crown
Pull out the pound bust off my ro ro ro round
Jump out a tree land on your neck
From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck
You be like d**n that's what I ride for
If I apply more pressure it'll snow on July fourth
Son spark the spliff bark the fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and s**t
If you came to brawl we love to get involved
My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not I'll turn around and say forget it
Yeah nobody rock harder than this
Closed jaw stoned face mic extremist
And I doubt it
You could kiss my a*s and make a love song about it
Cause I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it
Yeah wantin' to battle with me as hard as it gets
Get n***az in jail watchin' Soul Train
Turn off the TV lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty six letters of the alphabet
You talk s**t you deserve what you get
I'm heart throb leave you dead as a door knob
Not a hip hop cop and not down with the Mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
Simultaneously with communication capabilities
From high class to mid class to low and greedy
I will instantaneously bust an MC
The non forgetter hit you with the one hitter quitter
And make you exercise your s**t up n***a
These n***az is ridin' d**k like rodeo their homos
Who wanna toe to toe f**k the studio flow
Def Squad click a thug n***a chug a lot of liquor
45 slug sender half spreader cash getter
Represent for the real gangsters and d**g dealers
Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' n***az
Same n***az takin' this squad s**t for a joke
Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke they choke blood spill at the pope
Their cowards gettin' rained on like a shower
Live form NYC E Red keepin' me Mally G
Master the ceremonial off the meat rack
Call you weak keep gats pandemonium
Phony tough Tony ones we dip dip die in the place
House that was some hardcore rap
Realer than black black baseball bats and black gats
'Bout to black out on all you wack cats
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not I'll turn around and say forget it
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not I'll turn around and say forget it
- 1 def squad、jamal
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:01.02]For she's perhaps quite clever
[00:03.00]On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber
[00:06.00]Scary wise I'm way past terror
[00:08.46]I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella
[00:11.22]Rock 'em out the club
[00:12.27]Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
[00:14.22]From the bar compliments of E Dub
[00:16.71]I be the one to cause the confusion
[00:19.11]Twist your mind to pieces
[00:20.61]Make ya think I'm losin'
[00:22.50]Yeah n***az try to provoke me
[00:24.18]But I'm a tower god
[00:25.53]So there ain't no hope
[00:27.33]B***hes like d**e E
[00:28.53]So I resume If they step
[00:30.36]I Buck a Shot like I'm Black Moon
[00:32.22]Let me ask you's Y'all Feel That like Erykah
[00:35.25]Control the states and make a Def America
[00:37.86]My styles legit peep the steez a bit
[00:40.26]It's official like a licensed 45 pistol
[00:43.29]Word to the Preacher's Wife
[00:44.79]I got the power to annoy ya
[00:46.41]And keep them shiesty folks on point
[00:48.84]I'm the butler servin' MC's
[00:50.70]Because I love to
[00:51.87]N O quote You're a Customer
[00:53.58]I put you in your right mind and frame
[00:55.53]I de rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train
[00:58.92]All aboard with the Def Squad if you can hang
[01:01.41]My name be precise range when I aim I flame
[01:04.56]F**k a gun when I was twelve I was bustin' 'em
[01:07.08]Young just wanna have fun like little Just' and 'em
[01:09.78]But Doc never trusted them h*es double crossed me
[01:12.60]Foes I take it to the n***a started you hustlin'
[01:15.42]Whether it be w**d d**e or coke
[01:17.43]My athlete flow make Doc show soak his toes
[01:20.28]Make n***az bow down when I'm drunk off Gold Crown
[01:23.16]Pull out the pound bust off my ro ro ro round
[01:26.13]Jump out a tree land on your neck
[01:28.05]From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck
[01:30.78]You be like d**n that's what I ride for
[01:33.15]If I apply more pressure it'll snow on July fourth
[01:36.63]Son spark the spliff bark the fifth
[01:38.70]The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and s**t
[01:41.49]If you came to brawl we love to get involved
[01:44.16]My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl
[01:47.28]MC's it's the final countdown
[01:50.07]You look tired can you go the round
[01:52.35]If you can I'll slap your hands and give you credit
[01:55.38]If not I'll turn around and say forget it
[02:07.80]Yeah nobody rock harder than this
[02:10.25]Closed jaw stoned face mic extremist
[02:13.71]And I doubt it
[02:14.70]You could kiss my a*s and make a love song about it
[02:17.04]Cause I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it
[02:18.96]Yeah wantin' to battle with me as hard as it gets
[02:21.45]Get n***az in jail watchin' Soul Train
[02:23.31]Turn off the TV lyrical vet
[02:25.59]Flippin' twenty six letters of the alphabet
[02:27.69]You talk s**t you deserve what you get
[02:29.79]I'm heart throb leave you dead as a door knob
[02:32.34]Not a hip hop cop and not down with the Mobb
[02:35.13]Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
[02:37.92]Simultaneously with communication capabilities
[02:41.04]From high class to mid class to low and greedy
[02:43.50]I will instantaneously bust an MC
[02:45.66]The non forgetter hit you with the one hitter quitter
[02:48.75]And make you exercise your s**t up n***a
[02:51.03]These n***az is ridin' d**k like rodeo their homos
[02:53.79]Who wanna toe to toe f**k the studio flow
[02:56.31]Def Squad click a thug n***a chug a lot of liquor
[02:59.22]45 slug sender half spreader cash getter
[03:01.68]Represent for the real gangsters and d**g dealers
[03:04.17]Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' n***az
[03:07.53]Same n***az takin' this squad s**t for a joke
[03:09.63]Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke they choke blood spill at the pope
[03:12.33]Their cowards gettin' rained on like a shower
[03:15.51]Live form NYC E Red keepin' me Mally G
[03:18.45]Master the ceremonial off the meat rack
[03:20.91]Call you weak keep gats pandemonium
[03:23.25]Phony tough Tony ones we dip dip die in the place
[03:26.19]House that was some hardcore rap
[03:28.68]Realer than black black baseball bats and black gats
[03:31.59]'Bout to black out on all you wack cats
[03:33.93]MC's it's the final countdown
[03:36.81]You look tired can you go the round
[03:38.88]If you can I'll slap your hands and give you credit
[03:42.03]If not I'll turn around and say forget it
[03:44.55]MC's it's the final countdown
[03:46.83]You look tired can you go the round
[03:49.56]If you can I'll slap your hands and give you credit
[03:52.68]If not I'll turn around and say forget it
