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    Dj Honda

    We Run Shit

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    DJ Honda come at you ("Untouchable")
    In the blaze whirlwind of fire, at your desire
    At your dispense, you, to whip out the untensils of Gravediggaz ("We Run
    Shit")
    Comin' at you live, one, DJ Honda, one ("Untouchable")
    Get 'em, get' me
    Stealth bomber, shattered ya armor, dot commer
    In New York, I don't be Karen like Donna
    Rap piranha, smoke that ass like marijuana
    Got more drama than E.M.S. street trauma
    Universal soul swingin' swords, sing in the wars
    In the underground level, no wonder I'm a rebel
    Carry my tape in the place, hot metal in ya face
    Gravedigga, put a nigga in the crate
    I be the, Judge like Judy, brown fist of fury
    Flows super sue me, get hung like a jury
    Analyze the poetry, who will ya household
    item in the ghetto like, "fuck the popostry"
    Tony, T.I., bitch, mind ya B.I.
    All see why I can't be denied
    My place, two thousand status, the baddest on the mic
    Grab a rabist in the battle like, fight like Cassius
    Clay figures are shattered, my raps that'll splatter
    Spray matter, I leave, it won't scatter at the venue
    Can't defeat Grym, you weak, for all the men
    Who tried, die, pressure I apply
    Acute sciencitis, I rhyme the tighest
    A king like Midas, rock go' gold the finest
    Build like a carpenter type, when I sharpen this mic
    I bring light and be bombin' like Christ
    "We run shit!"
    "We run shit!"
    "Untouchable"
    "We run shit!"
    "We run shit!"
    "Untouchable"
    "Keepin' ya niggas in perspective"
    Paralyzin' traits are great, hit crates, collect stake
    Smash across ya back wit the whip
    Nigga surrounded like the false pretender
    Sugar coated niggas get checked off their agenda
    Air Space One, why phony niggas like to talk?
    Gravediggaz, Honda, lookin' for drama
    The deadliest act, deadly as pack, commence attack
    The whole fuckin' airwaves gettin' jacked
    Contact Honda, each flounder count money to launder
    Streets tight as anaconda, Grym spit a verse in the killa hurse
    Watch a nigga work underground wit the Gravedigga dirt sound gritty
    Witty, raw, ready for war, no pity, like doin' a tour in New York City
    A year ago today doctor's gave me, three months to live
    I survived for this hip hop shit!
    Shots of novacain, I'm enough to bring
    Still I reign, obtain, critical fame
    I hunt, niggas that front, cuz niggas is chumps
    Blowin' this shit, left in the bottomless pit
    Rarer than rare, one wit the atmosphere
    Now ya evoid, strenghtly on a mission to destroy
    The tedius proposition: paratroop recruits
    Bat then swoops, iron palm box the booth
    Walk on air, break it there, flash fear
    Cuz cats better beware, ya three strikes there
    Phelonious monk, I do it all month
    We fourth down, give the ball to Honda to punt
    Faster blunt, the junkie, niggas feelin' lucky
    Another drop, why another truck, he stop
    The overthug player hatin', the hype material type
    That flash wit the blindin' light, that out of sight
    Overdrive til the brother's survive, touch through the unknown
    What I rule on the golden throne, Gravediggaz, what?

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