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Masta Killa - Digi Warfare lyrics
[Intro: Masta Killa] We gon' take this back to old school Off the head one time Get the DJ set right here Give 'em somethin' to scratch Know what I'm sayin'? My nigga Choco Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's This is how we do Red Alert, Marley Marl Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee I can't forget, Sway and Tech Jazz, Joyce, DJ Clue? Cocoa Chanel I be Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well Rock the mic well, well [Masta Killa] On and On, to the break of dawn Come all the way home say 'What the.. Pop home' Freak 'em to the left while we rock 'em to the right Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight? And we bounce, roll to the skate ya rock Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop Come alive party people, gimme what you got I guess by now you can take a hunch Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch Rockin' old school ain't shit to me MC's OD on the shit that I wrote Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of both Sugar, I wanna rock yo ass until the mornin' Dia moanin', Jamel Arief, High Chief, comin' outta East Medins [Chorus: Masta Killa] Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas Lookin' all good from ya toes to ya weave Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe Fellas in the house if ya know ya live Punch killas in the face from Queens to Bed-stuy Handlin' the steel if the shit get real Just flip a pie and stack a mil' [Masta Killa] Activation, mind starts sparkin' Constant elevation, sky walkin' David Thompson, my Wu niggaz stompin' Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass You better watch yo self, I'm tight slick with a nice size, lemme see you work it She full of suckin' in public Ol' Dirty Bastard use it on a visit in, ya wit it? Then holla like wheels on appeal, don't squeel Just keep it on the wheels for the Masta Kill Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel I see you in the hood, then ya fam from 'til then Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in Stare to your place Rae bomb the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, staircase The lace from the dominent race to the base In ya face like paste, baby doll Uh, uh, uh, uh Yes yes y'all Welcome to the block party You might wanna hit our deck but stay calm It's only us, every thing's still, well.. plush We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat {*echoes*} [RZA] 1-2, 1-2 I'ma try this one more time Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son [Crisis] Yeah, hit hard [Masta Killa] Hip hop, like socialize Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes Liquid Sword to the city Peace Allah Just, one of the committee Let's separate the 6 for a chess contest Leave a little stress I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best Make ya love it when ya smell it It's the velvet The chocolate for a 100 Dredd' got lbs if ya wanna get down We can catch 'em on the next round My universal sound is like world reknowned World reknowned, world reknowned My universal sound is like world reknowned {*echoes*} [Chorus] |
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