[Defari]
I got the funky feel like B Real
I put all in your head up [B Real] wit the pure raw skill
Franklins are my favorite bills
No hands my favorite type of windmills
Only now and then do I drink champagne
Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea
You glamorous rappers are too sweet
Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep
I`d rather listen to some Brant Green
Authentic, not like you, got real meaning
I`m like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
You`s a phony, I heard your single
Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs
Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag
You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
You`s a passenger tryin but never be a pilot
[Chorus] 2x
Aiyyo enough`s enough [Fat Joe]
Word up, I don`t front
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want
[Defari]
(What you need)
Here, don`t fear peep this
Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
Skilled technician, rhythmous technique
Advanced speak, I put mics in condition
The streets always like hard beats
That shit that make you move your neck when you`re in car seats
My star fleet, Likwit family
You Sorry, like that game from Milton-Bradley
Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama
I`ve never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor
This rap game`s like a computer, and I`m a hacker
Linebacker, wit hits that hit like LT
Watch the blitz, you`ll get a Joe Theisman injury
What`s all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear
For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare
Chorus 4x
[Defari]
(See what you need)
When it comes to real lyrics I know you can`t hang
Word to Tash, I`m from Killa Cali where niggas gangbang
Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
You couldn`t enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
You`re funny-style, this ain`t no cartoon
This is Hard Earned dues, word to Guru and Premier
I`m more than ten years deep, but now it`s my year
Aiyyo enough`s enough
Aiyyo Herut`s been long overdue
But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you
Yo don`t mistake them, I`m not no hater
Just a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, live show flower
Wit lyrics that`ll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower
Chorus 4x
Aiyyo enough`s enough
Word up, I don`t front
I give you what you want, what you need
(I give you want you want)
(I don`t front) (What you need)
