Intro:
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Verse One:
All of that fuss was as my raps crushed
niggaz to slush I bust rhymes to Ice like Just
I spark thoughts, I get Biz to go off and
smoke rappers, who can`t blow up July 4th
Jam, it runs in the fam when I slam
Shaq-Attack, I Ja-pan like Ro-dan
I rip sets and wreck and get lifted like a gym set
Hit the deck, I get more milk than Wheat Chex
Who am I? Joe Sinistr, come on down now
Ron but I G, when I rock like Me Phi
Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill
Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will
I`m shit hot, I drop like sex in my `plex
I`m in deep some say it`s similar to Loch Ness
When I draw with my funk niggaz from the Yard
They hit em hard, so EN GUARDE!!
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples...
Verse Two:
The Big Bang, my dick hangs like Klu Klux
I`m too much, I rap sick like... niggaz with the lupus
I got wears to the gears looka here
I got more skills than, Cheers have beers
I shoot bop pops, we call his cough drops
It`s Tojo, some say I`m more evil than the walla
I start fume, my rap packs more than carpools
I crack heads, like the Dead when they spark fools
Cough in the record, nasty foul like Patti Austin
Wanna be startin, I lose more kids than the
orphan-G from straight up like, if you want beef
I socks punks and wreck it from the jump like fair beats
Beats, instant replay
I got Flavor like the Units who led, Mr. DJ
Who split the loose ends, Off and On like Trendz
My rap bends, my god, kids, how I accent!!
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Verse Three:
Hellelllell yeahhh I get, more Fresh than Bel-Air
My rap triggers, that pack more niggaz then welfare
I got Speech, a-aight, I hit the temple I rock chrome
Some say I`m not home like Mr. Wendal
My nine`s gonna bring you more drama than Tawana
My rap blasts`ll run through more track than Jack Horner
Joe struck the puff, more Mighty than the Duck
to get props, when I Wreck Shop like A-Plus
Cos that`s how I feel, I`m real, let`s not deal
But I shoot em up, to slang on pop steals
I kick diction, I`m more hot than Hell`s Kitchen
Gates, The Man Without Face like Mel Gibson
Weed fair, hit the Phillies lit I rap like a grip
so rough, I gets it up for that chilly bitch
My style rips reals, here`s the deal
Get out or, get killed like a fuckin soldier in Israel BITCH!!
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun (Repeat to end)
