Lyrics:
touched with doom's clutch
Never stuck in one place like dudes' who sniff glue clumps
Jubilant and soothsaying - phantom crusading
Oozing with the ink from
on a mission, I'm not crusading, I'm making a deal
With Satan cuz he stays inside the vacant array that I wield
I'm not tryna fit in, I'm tryna live with myself
I
Freshmen then grad gradually you keep it moving
Trying to make the grade you crusading through an adversity
Looking for where for belong you switching
(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get
(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra
R, rugged and rough, that's how I do it
A, Allah, who I praise to the fullest
K, keep it movin'
I stand alone
M, it's
here
Girls on the floor knows our posse at the door
Should I stop? Nah cool, here's more of this song, a funky Christmas melody
'Cause Jordan K
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double's in the house with Def Squad
On the funky fresh
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
birthed the funk one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child
[K-Def
double-double in and out
Animal style at the Comptons, no doubt
Oh no, now hubby def gonna know
I'm gonna be late, Oopsie, K.O
Welcome to the Comptons, you're
Some deejays are (good) some deejays are (fresh)
Some deejays are even (def)
But here's a little somethin 'bout my deejay
(The magnificient) Jazzy
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
Yeah,
Somolu 2 Baguettes
It's K by the Way listen
They should never put K on a fucking cypher
Spill poison on the beat, he a wording viper
These
to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
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