Chorus: parrish smith (from so what cha sayin)
Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x)
So what cha saying
Verse one: redman
I go wild as I sip from a cold lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom, did the bassline crank
From being rated r, from being top rank
Im hard like an erection
Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections
So I grab a pen and pad, Im back
To make a killer, similar to a backstab
Dont arrest me, arrest my brain, its insane
If Im booty, then Ive been framed
By an mc, who cant be the r-e-d
Fuck wit me, youll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask for mayday, mayday
For h-e-l-p, brothers tell me
Im electrifyin, similar to round three
I dont brag and boast but smash and roast
Mcs wit degrees from here to the west coast
Im miracle wit no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers
Were they ritz, saltine, or town house
None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse
Kick, blackflip, semifull
My vocal chord prove my pull aint bull
Im down wit the squad, no more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Lets hear it from the jury
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Verse two: pmd
Im a nightmare to rappers, terror to an mc
Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of e-d
Aggravation, dont need it, so get off my dick
Master of disaster, no time for flicks
Straight up b-boy, real mccoy like bruce leroy
Strap the bozack when Im stabbin a skeezoid
Gangsta rap, its daddy mack wit a bozack
Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack
So swing low and lick up balls
Im like scharzenegger, correcting shit in total re-
Call up e-d and the posse thats ten deep
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin mc
So step off cause you gets no props
So stick the fork in him, redman (why) cause hes done
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Verse three: erick sermon
Im e-d, I belong wit the a-team
A one man wreckin machine, by all means
Necessary, I destroyed on contact
No fear, of getting killed cause Im strapped
The hit squads deep, making it sweet
To creep, on my crew so you dont sleep
My mic is caffeine, similar to maxwell
Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well
And you might get scared and spark a stove
Cause I pack steel but hold on like en vogue
My swiftness, I got a gift not for christmas
God bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a witness
Im fresh like a bag of chips ahoy
No toy, Im a hardcore b-boy
Once again, I quote, Im danger
I smoked smokey the bear and killed the forest ranger
Poof, the fires out and Im gone
Peace to mandela and farrakhan
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