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Vārdi: Def Squad. Say Word.

It's the return of the lyrical lunatic still kickin' rough shit
What you say, I'll slap your stank ass, bitch
I shake and build my craft like an architect
Teflon style rhymes be Gortex with the highness of the ruler on my cock

All this over hip and the hop bullshit gonna stop it be Keith not Bill
Murray not Sweat, your politics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like, well, of course
Def Squad go off a rough course

You weak wack niggas, can't do me none
Five hundred radian height, I run with the sun
Apparently you need to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the S C I E N C E

Fake ones fear it, real ones cheer it
'Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit
With logic and breaches, I justify my means, see you on the scene
Fuck you up like Tyson did the big screen
And fag'll rock, yeah, bees like that if you kill my dog I'm a slay your cat

Say word, say word, say word, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word

Face off with Castor Troy, strap your boys
Hook y'all to answer cant bang half the noise
Ask Dunkin Hines got my shits twice as moist
Plus status, do it to a T B A for rackets

Pull out the Vicks 44 cough suppressant
Then talk about me on HBO cab confessions
Got a, bitch gobanas, hangin' out the Honda
She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up

I smoke with the Luniz out in the bay
Before you get smoked, I ask who you with wit Jay
It's bizarre, hyphen are ake mics dissolve
My penmanship run concurrent with lightnin' rods

I clap you in the spine when I grab on mine
You so soft, I should call you 101.9
When I pull out the denim and break the call minum
You stupid, I act stupid right along with ya

Say word, say word, say word, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word

I step out the truck like you want somethin'
Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin'
Fly guy, the type to flash the figure
Same type who would cold back stab his nigga

I know you, you a hater
You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator
Your envy is strong, outlook is wrong
Don't compete with the vet my track recs too long

Mercedes wack but they're pumpin' the song
Recitin' it word for word when my tune comes on
Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds
You're carrying and walkin' when you shouldn't be talkin'

Bitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench him
Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension
There's a few things I've got to mention
Def Squad be the name and boys the definition, that's my word

Say word, say word, say word, say word
Say word, say word, say word, say word