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    Masta Killa

    Digi Warfare

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    [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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