Countdown-Def Squad
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TXT Countdown-Def Squad 文本歌词
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 niggaz try to provoke me
But I'm a tower god
So, there ain't no hope
B**ches 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 hoes, double crossed me
Foes, I take it to the ni**a, started you hustlin'
Whether it be w**d, d**e or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes
Make niggaz 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 damn, 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 sh*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** 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 niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train
Turn off the TV, lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk sh*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 sh*t up, ni**a
These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos
Who wanna toe-to-toe, f**k the studio flow
Def Squad click, a thug ni**a, chug a lot of liquor
.45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter
Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers
Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz
Same niggaz takin' this squad sh*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
