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(Jay-Dee)

Yo, Hold it to me your fucking cash`s about to slee.

I`m a show you all how to emcee,

see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams,

i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team.

See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream,

i intervien like a case of gangreen.

Gain the green then exit the scene,

with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes.

See i`m doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet,

and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit.

Seen life aint a game it remains intense,

Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent.

See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent,

feelin it, ya`ll ass is read!

(Batian)

uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron,

hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat,

don`t you come back until you waxed your song.

Your served at your war phat.

Your up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk,

don`t shoot till you see this, just sit back breeeeeath,

i got more where this comes from-from.

Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master,

you will never hit the best.

Fast or solw? It dosen`t matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap.

Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree of life,

hold tight, don`t ever give up in the fight

grace can only come into the sight.

Soul power it ingites like the sun

SV dominates the industry for fun.

(Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun)



(T-3)

yea, yea to the beat

yea, yea ya know it can`t-can`t stop

it can`t-cant`t quit

Stance answers put up your hands and fist,

for the band, and if ya can`t stand

one of my man`s dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c`mon)

Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action.

Don`t be standing like a grand-slam hit,(c`mon)

for the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip(c`mon)

We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits,

before we go-go, we gettin on some damn-wham shit,

a-gainst, as for second hand brand kicks.

Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land,

it`s the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am

do-do dont stop we can`t can`t quit, we can`t-can`t
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