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Kaboom! Guess who in the room?
Lookin' like the creature from the Black
There's be a 187 real soon
If some niggas don't give me some elbow
I'm with the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the on full moon
I range between space and time
And push back like receding hair
That's the essence of the
At this melodic dynamic shit
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and watch your gimmick backfire
the circumstances in any order of events
I be sick niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the got America mad at me
Like my name was O.J.

My is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that shit
The astronomical is comin through the flu bombin you

My style is all that and a big bag of with the dip
So all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu you

My style is all that and a big bag of with the dip
So fuck all sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin like the flu bombin you

Get off my d.k., you pitty pat bitch, stepped the party
wonderin' if I'm a start some shit
Prisoner of the media very
Cause people be blowin shit out
False information and bogus
Got everybody stuck on stupid, shit
How could I? Why should I damage my
Over a nigga probably bust me out of fear
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass get out
When I see you, I'm a pull your dreads out your
code red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought your head
I got the illest crew in the
We go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
Yo, slow roll
Cause I don't really think you know with what you

My style is all that and a big bag of chips the dip
So fuck all sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin like the flu bombin you

Man, fuck bitches, I'm money
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they
The imperial with milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of cereal
One thing I gotta say, my Squad lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin your all the time
While Def Squad sit back and enterprise crimes
Got the Funk Lord squeezin the out of keyboards
While each MC tear the out of mic chords
Yo I was in the with them niggas pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'm a bounce true
Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of
Now I'm back in the city
And all I can about is keepin it tight