[Killah Priest] As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya Greet the night stalker, meet your fate Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment Like one
Elijah King: If You Call Me Right Now I Would Pick Up, Cause It's Been To Long Just To Give Up, Shawty I'd Be Lying, If i Said, That I Never Wanna See
"They call me Superman..." "They call me Superman..." "Big Shaq, where you at?" "They call me Superman..." "Big Shaq, where you at?" [Shaquille O'Neal
Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock rhymes, so
Basslines affect me when my rhymes direct me Forgive the crowds, O Lord, they know not why they sweat me Biting's against the law in the place that I
[45 king] Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The queen latifah, the king of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock
For the past decade and the last ten years Many reps were made, many debts were paid Some crews paid dues, others refused to lose And that's all the news
If i was a king all bitchs would blow me Big bag piles of jewels for my homies We would go to war and take everybodys land No clothes alound for female
Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this Can I get a witness? Yes you can Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this Can I get a witness?
Mic checka Yes y'all, and I am The grand, imperial wizard DMC And you're listenin' to the sounds As we take you on down To the last stop Come on everybody
Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em Recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' You
Do or die Do or die Come on stand up, still-a, a nigga that's gettin' iller If you're weak or you're sleepin' You get the cap I peel up And til-I, I
I'm in the house, I'm in the house, I'm in the house I'm in the house, I'm in the house, I'm in the house I'm in the house, I'm in the house, I'm in the
One two, one two And this is, the hardcore raw Lyrical law, never seen before And I am, D.M.C And for all of y'all This is the way, we reckless for rhymes
A to the maker, I dedicated my rap For the Creator, there's nothing greater than that
Next, next, next, next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest Three the hardest from Hollis If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son
Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another
One two, one two, and I say Yo, whassup whassup whassup? [Unverified] girls gone crazy for the 90's X amount of girls in the house You hear? [Unverified