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Damon Smith, better known as Smoothe da Hustler is an American rapper who was signed to Profile Records in the mid-1990s. more »

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Aye yo, listen, I'm bootcamping at the group home, right
Blah, zay, blah, and all that
I'm ready to flex
I'm about to slay like Kay
Mister, you can't even see what's about to go down, man
SMG, Bitter Harvest, drop it
These cats don't know nothing about old school, man
Nothing about old school, you feel me
These cats walking past
Pioneers of the game, ain't even giving it up
Mainstream ain't even paying these cats no mind
Is y'all stupid, man, they built hip-hop
From the ground up, it was just a idea
So I'ma pay tribute
Yo, I'm an Outcast
My exhibit is raw
Nevertheless, I kept it Dougie Fresh
Yes, yes, y'all
To the beat, y'all
I beat y'all
Y'all beat par
You MC Lyte
I'm Heavy D in these streets, dawg
No matter the season, got Salt and Pepa on me
Shakin' the hard white, black block
Restin' on me, I Pete Rock the CL
Smooth got revenue with his Beastie Boys
They call him the Rock Steady Crew
We ride Chevy, cop heavy
I got Fetty too
Mos Def it was Common
I Chubb Rocked heavy jewels
I'm about the Dead Prez, Half a mil to a mil
Push the wheels through the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing to the sergeant
See
My glock make music
I Bone Thugs in Harmony
Bullets Kiss niggas, make them hug the concrete
Cheek to street, him and the concrete
Beyond arm reach
He tried to Snoop, couldn't touch a dime
A leader of the new
I run D's MCs, now Busta Rhymes
Male or female, I Rakim and her
Your team suck
My queen, do her King Just what
And that's a natural fact
For all the pioneers, I'm going way back
Way back, way back, way back
Yeah, and that's a natural fact
For all the pioneers, I'm going way back
Yo, I used to be a Public Enemy with criminals running around
Once mainstream, now I'm digital underground
I G-Rap, G-Packs
Who said it's all Brooklyn
From BK to AZ, my Ghetto Boys push it
I'm Gangstarr
I Cold Crush Brothers, bring the noise
Chicks saying they love my Flavor Flav, yeah boi
We in NWA's
They BMW crazed
Easy on the E ma
You ain't coming today
I don't Kid and Play
Hey, I'm slicker than Rick with my ruler
Look, little mama, this Big Daddy Kane will ruin ya
You need Dr. Dre to get biz on ya
So I slide to your crib and drop a few Crustified Dibs on ya
Nice and Smooth when I'm doing it
Kool like Herc, nasty like Nas
These chicks are Ludacris
I guess I'm just an Ultramagnetic MC
My polarity pulls the ass section to me
Plus, I'm a monster when I'm high, so if I plan on bumping her
I bring beer, 2 Pacs, and a Big L to punish her
She want Mo' love
I'ma give her a Lil Mo
Some Cook Coke Crack, get her Jigga than before
Eminems in the left, the right stuck in my pocket
Master P'n this G, no limits the object
I Lost Boys on the come up
Curb chased the dope heads who was home running for a third base
My Kaotic Style, organize confusion, so before the chaos
we Mobb Deep in a herb's face
And that's a natural fact
For all the pioneers, I'm going way back, way back, way back
way back
Yeah, and that's a natural fact
For all the pioneers, I'm going way back
I'm like Africa Bambaataa my legacy wont stop
Now, if I don't drop soon, another MF's doomed
I get busy, B, you heard of me early
I usually brutally murder beats, though I curl heat and murder beef
These dumbbells, they ain't fooling me, dun
I'm a Large professor, I'll straight Schooly D 'em
I rock like T and Scott La, play ya roll
I plug one, plug two, take your Dela Soul
I'm an Old Dirty Bastard, so fresh and so clean
I Raekwon the chef niggas, Ghost face the scene
Do a Whoudini and Camp Lo
Forty bout to trace ya
My method man, to Capadonna
I'm Naughty by Nature
I do it K solo on the LL Cool
Furious Five, Fearless Four, Treacherous Three, Awesome Two
I'm the one like KRS
Grandmaster Caz on him, wild styling
Now, picture me Grandmaster Flash on him
Me and Trig, B-side, we spazzed on him
For the record, he could get ill and I'll scratch for him
Black sheep of the flock
My Lynch mob, 40 thieves tops
Ain't nothing Brand Nubian, but the cops
We Mic Geronimo rappers and hang em on the spot
Keep what I Beatnuts for they guap
Just Ice Cubes in my Ice T, the summer is hot
I Kurtis Blow the scene before police run on the block
No shit, I'm just hip to the hop

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