Big Up ['95 Classic Exclusive]

Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac Big up to be Boys who spend hours in the record raps I hate these out of space MCs who think they're complex I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex Chased by Him because his was his beginning Federal Bureau couldn't even figure out his ending No case pending my style I'll swing it like a pendulum This track is like Yohimby it gives me strength when I be swimmin' in the P vector, lighter is ya like it wetter Can't front ya your punn give me joint slender I like to bend her over while I roll a Nother liz and take a sip from my cola Mixed with Ginsing and Bacardy I despies a duck MC who who on the mic think he the life of the party Skills are evident my steelo is timeless It's a shame how the majority be def dumb and mindless Like tires when I perform I get's the nicest My vocal skills like knowledgy delf son it's priceless Hook: Big up to black big up to ballers and the coniac (x3) Big up to cash stacks ballers and the coniac (x2) Verse 2: Like an SP1200 you can't replace me even if you play safety I'm still scoring touchdowns with contracts I start well, see we a cartell together forever drinkin' Martel On the rocks twistin' L's nonstop Pop a bottle of V.S.O. and start servin' up the shots That ? love that's how I do I'm paid in rube big up to Fat entourage and all tape master crew Never expire or retire burn a duck MC like fire Don't be mad if it's Defari that your girl admire Money your wired off that smack because it's skills ya lack Stop being gassed by the devil and come back to black Double barrel blast shot lyrics to your brain Code name Defari hey are you birth name's Dwyane Always a soldier giving thanks to Allah I know the journey's long prepare to go far These duck MC's be like bacterial infections My remedy are antibotics lyrical injections The imperfection is the mic in the wrong hand Of the man who's skills are soft like quicksand I maybe put it to a rest I fot the Henny on ice I'm nice prolific type lyricist Hook Verse 3: Lyrics are gold plus steel for the raw deal Feel MC's and DJ's nuff respect y'all real Low caps I rock on the regular Brim covers my eyes so ducks can't see their predator Facefirst when I disperse yet another verse To peirce your brain like a vision from Lucifer Meanns I get evil wicked Thickness I stick it I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin' Big up to all my peoples Uptown all the way to Compton Stack and stracks in 95 equals greenback for Defari hey are you And E-Swift nigga your mad phat Fact the shit we make be designed for the truck Word to Redman Da Bump we want your whole car frame to thump And vibrate, I love it when sister's gyrate rewind tape Press to wax now put in record crate There's no debate Defari's status be like Cashous Clay If you got beef then we can do this shit the classic way Round for round pound for pound I'll astound With the mic I kick the steez ducks bite forever now Fuck the bullshit the mic stand's my pull pit Except I don't bleach I reach and rip another fool kid Now I need to lay in steels you know the deal A duck MC's nemesis his antithisis the mad skill Hook (x4)