Def Squad, J. Bleezy!
Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh.. (AOWWWWW!)
[Verse One]
It`s Erick, I`m back again, full fledged
American flag in here so y`all pledge
A few of y`all sold some albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I must rescue rap
Yo, I`m a hero! Sometimes
I feel the same way like the folks involved with Ground Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I`m dead serious
This year my Squad better blow to oblivious
Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and hold the camera
I`m alone, so what y`all want do?
Take over your faciliy like I`m +John Q+
I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock
I rock the house, like I`m RUN!!
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John velour
B-boy stance and that`s hardcore
E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks
Your style is over, finito, finished!
You a parasite, type lyrical germ
You a sucker MC in layman terms, and
[Chorus 2X: Def Squad]
We don`t care nuttin bout you!
Yeah, we don`t care, we come up in the spot sayin oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air
Oh yeah, cause
[Verse Two]
Yeah, I got a track record, I spit fouls
E don`t stop, keep it grinding (GRIND-ING!) puts it down fo` sho`
My figgedy flow is sick siggedy yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y`all niggedy know
It`s Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap
And now it`s easy, I do things to please me
YO - I come through so crazy
I`m a Stun`na, like M. Fresh and Baby
Got more toys than Kay*Bee, me and my yung`uns
Slow Down, before you receive a summons
and get hit for speeding; I break a switch off a tree
You catch a beating for y`all misleading (yeah!)
Shame on you, when you step to, huh
The Green Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid
Rob J. Timberlake, I got Janet
I`m In Control now - OHH WOW!
Yeah cause that`s how it is, and that`s how I`m livin
I bring turmoil like Mike and Robin Givens
And watch me go off a-go off
A yes yes y`all, and show off and show off, and yes
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Sermon, the word I preach to ya
Control the airwaves so it can reach to ya
The underground of rap ring, I`m David Tua
The one round knockout, your eyeballs pop out
High school dropout, I`m not gon` cop out
I did the rhymin thing and now a truck I hop out
Fiesta, I`m down with R. Kelly shit
I`m Supa Dupa Fly, Missy Elliott
I stay focused, keep the same cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
Just give enough for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla, smoke signals
Morse code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I give it to ya, all day in street
Two turntables a mic and breakbeat, cause
[Chorus]
[Redman]
You got about five seconds to get to the dance floor!
{*barking*} You got about, two more seconds to get to the dance floor..
