I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust
Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes
Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split their shit like Moses
My written tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit
I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I wrecks it
Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's
Got more rumble than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper
Eight for keys make G's but One of Tame made these
Conjunction junction what's your function on the real
My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy Seals
Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think they better?
I knit my skit, like my Grandma's sweater
Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer
Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor
To protect my subjects, my style's quite hard
Never could you copy 'cause my style's quite odd
Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text
Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump start on the gunner
Arrest niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder
Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L
Nah, never that I'm down with Tame, I'm MC El
Lately playin' Hurricane G demos in my Walkman
I walk and I talk and read issues of The Source and
Check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock puffin' indo
By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance
Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps
Takin' tokes for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech
I whip the lyrics up like batter chatters on the verge
I sink all ships and watch you crabs submerge
In the depths of the boat doper ropes to distort
All sorts of brothers who abuse my styles I must abort
I do jobs like miles around the necks of the title
I win it hands down and pants down 'cause I'm vital
The tech might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin'
Plus, I flips it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted
Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye rundown a semi automatic
Artifact with knaps causin' heart attacks
To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics
And slept when I dropped that do you wanna hear it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown
I still smoke a pound if strong peeps hit the town
I'm flexible like every female huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a decimal
Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis with the stress
Unless I'm gettin' flexi wit da tech
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?
Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, you're talkin' too loud
Peace to the whole city of Newark
One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?
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