文本歌词

A different caliber of MC
This track is filthy word to O J you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything out of L A you ever heard of
Word up you play with fire you'll get burned up
Best believe that my s**t sound the best when it's turned up
Loud mashin down the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
Yo you think that you f**kin pro
On the low the other night I caught your wack-a*s stage show
Oh boy you're just a bore
But you tell everybody that you're like Busta
And you got Rhymes Galore
Mmm mmm mmm ain't that somethin
Got the nerve to call yourself an MC man you be frontin
I don't apologize oh yeah and uh
Go back to school learn some concepts and grammar
Of yourself get a hold
Next time you on stage use Primatine for some breath control
Ha ha ha
But now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely d**er when no one knew you
I'm on a killing spree murder soundbwoy constantly
Constantly murder wack MC
I'm on a killing spree skill level at maximum
Dem p***y-clat bwoy nah wanna see me
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it with my lighter
BOOM You combust cause you disgust me
Wacker than them flat-a*s crackers on Three's Company
You walk around mad cause no one's feelin you
Mad at me cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too
They sing along cause my song bumps
On the mix tapes that YOU made yet and still you try to playa hate
What
You're featherweight weaker than a paper plate
Lyrically when compared to me I know your style is fake
Fraud manufactures cheaper than Hyundai
Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy
Make up your mind guy now you're the Mr Get High guy
If you ever step to me you'll think French because you're f**kin fried
In the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks
You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this
I'm on a killing spree murder soundbwoy constantly
Constantly murder wack MC
I'm on a killing spree skill level at maximum
Dem p***y-clat bwoy nah wanna see me
Cat was out of pocket got socked in his jaw
Fell to the floor that's all she wrote
But I wrote rhymes that burn every time
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme if it don't sound tight
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you d**n right
Who's to say these brothers from L A
Will take charge like DeBarge and shine in a special way
I say okay let's get paid
Let's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade
Use Gatorade to refuel
Electrolytes after I ignite this mic too
Yo what's my name
Defari Herut
By the way since you been askin all these questions
Who the hell are you
I seen your kind before no lie
A devil spy disguised as an ambassador
You can't fool the Divine Sun Rule
Word to blue magic -step right up -and see the Likwit Crew
Hurry hurry get your tickets stand in line
After the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine
Me and my n***as at the bar sippin Henny
Got your b***h open all night as if her name was Denny's
I'm on a killing spree murder soundbwoy constantly
Constantly murder wack MC
I'm on a killing spree skill level at maximum
Dem p***y-clat bwoy nah wanna see me