Lyrics:
Yeah it's galaxy productions we gangster up in this
It's d j phish right here letting y'all know
A little something on the dirty side
In the street
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
it long as my legs work
(My legs work)
My nerves bad, I took my last perc
I put my heart inside these beats
I ain't no target in these streets
It's
In the beginning there were many
As time went on there became few
Now there is only one..
One man one DJ standing alone on Mount Olympus
Ladies
DJ Revolution cuts and scratches (SKILLS)
"Microphones are not for these emcees
Who don't have no" "Survival!" "SKILLS!"
See what I've been
said, no we stopped making those in '93
I said, what, but what about the D
Before I got to say the J I was kicked out on the street,
Stood to my feet,
outside, inside, outside
Stop dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know
Going on dirty going on stank (yo)
Roll deep on these, put these Mc's on deep
Yo-Landi fokken Vi$$er all up in da place (fuckin)
Ho$h pagamisa! raak fokken wys (word to da streets, wize up!)
Fuck crime, these days rhyme
to know, Bambaataa used to play everybody's shit
I ain't think even cool Herc came out with some ol' bullshit like that
When all the DJ's, back in
called BDP
While I'm battling these rival crews
Yes, BDP would stay in the street news
Some said all they want to do is battle
They can't write
down to the street and I started to run
Peace and love to DJ Scott LaRock he's in there still!
and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99)
Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID)
Aiyyo, we got these hoes spread out like mustard
as always
Like we're all mourning (Yeah G)
Call me in the morning
Lurking in the corner (The Streets)
Murdered out as always
Like we're all mourning
had these beats and these rhymes
Cause I was raised on the Doc-Doc, MC Ren, Ice Cube, DJ Yella in this motherfucker cutting it up
From King T down
No one on the streets and the city is quiet
I should be asleep by the heat of the fire
But I'm on my way out
And I'm gonna stay out
I can feel
scenes
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
G-O-R-R-I-double-L-E
It's levels to this shit like my nigga Meek say
DJ Khaled, look
I said all these
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
I be sippin' lean
They think I'm sippin' tea (Phew)
(D-D-D-DJ Phat) they like, "Pussy"
Bitch, I'm born to win
These niggas born to be (Uno, I killed
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
[Kaine,
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
that they feeling our s***
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it for sure
Time goes by, in your
DJ McFly
DJ McFly
DJ McFly
DJ McFly
A pocket full of stones
With beats in his head
Every time he made bread
Even in the streets he would dance
Did
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