Текст песни Def Squad - Say Word
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[ Keith Murray ]Its the return of the lyrical lunaticStill kickin rough shitWhat you say? Ill slap your stank ass bitchI shake and build my craft like an architectTeflon style rhymes be GortexWith the highness of the ruler on my cockAll this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stopIt be Keith not BillMurray not SweatYour polotics be politically incorrectWe keep it hot like sauceFlows be definite like well of courseDef Squad go off a rough courseYou weak wack niggas cant do me noneFive hundred radian height I run wit the sunApparently you need to check my pedigreeAnd do the knowledge to the s c i e n c eFake ones fear itReal ones cheer itCause they all feel me from the wound of the human spiritWit logic and breaches I justify my meansSee you on the sceneFuck you up like Tyson did the big screenAnd fagll rock yeah bees like thatIf you kill my dog Im a slay your cat [ chorus: Def Squad ]Say word ( 7x ) [ Redman ]Face off wit Castor TroyStrap your boysHook yall to answer cant bang half the noiseAsk Dunkin Hines got my shits twice as moistPlus statusDo it to a T B A for racketsPull out the Vicks 44 cough suppressantThen talk about me on HBO cab confessionsGot a bitch gobanasHangin out the HondaShe should have thought about no before she smoked my dime upI smoke wit the Luniz out in the bayBefore you get smoked I ask who you wit wit JayIts bizarre hyphen are Make mics dissolveMy penmanship run concurrent wit lightnin rodsI clap you in the spine when I grab on mineYou so soft I should call you 101.9When I pull out the denimAnd break the call minumYou stupid I act stupid right along wit ya [ chorus ] [ Erick Sermon ]I step out the truck like you want somethinMake you either mad faced you punked up and start frontinFly guy, the type to flash the figureSame type who would cold backstab his niggaI know you, you a haterYou might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivatorYour envy is strong Outlook is wrongDont compete wit the vet my track recs too longMercedes wack but theyre pumpin the songRecitin it word for word when my tune comes onClowns your whole steez is out of boundsYour carrying and walkinWhen you shouldnt be talkinBitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench himCall up his pop duke put 5 on his pensionTheres a few things Ive got to mentionDef Squad be the name and boys the definitionThats my word [chorus]