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    Endonesia

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    (feat. B-Wyze, Dow Jonz)
    [Intro:]
    Feedback back for your bad ass, yeah
    As you witness Im surrounded by 2 more emcees
    Outta my war council
    My rottweiler or rhymes
    B-wyze a/k/a Blast
    Introducing my Doberman
    Of destruction
    Lyrical destroyer
    Dow Jonz a/k/a John Connor Of Moruturi
    My war council comin smashin
    Thru battle zones of microphones
    Whatever goes [repeated]
    [Verse 1: Dow Jonz]
    Yo, my man, the rhymes I write, they be the illest
    And I be fucking up careers like those of Arnold, Kimberly and Willis
    Youll take the penicillin, run DMC & Jay
    Say I "be illin"
    My crew aint juicy, I am not cold chillin.
    Im a super villain.
    Id even room with Dr. Doom
    And wed be killin! Id rip a bitch in London just for one shilling.
    Im on your cable, channel X Im causing strife
    But it make me wanna holler, son, the way they do my life.
    Check it !
    Executives in suites eat dinner and discuss
    How I can make more for us, whenever I bust
    I step forth from the jungle in fatigues.
    The everglades, canteen full of liquor.
    Im sitting on grenades
    Little women squirming from the 12th down to 11th grades
    When they see me in the magazine
    Upon they wall they stick the page
    But youre too young Ill take you mom
    And shacked from shells and bombs
    Uncle Sam make brothers Uncle Toms in Vietnam
    [Chorus:]
    Battle two (So what you gona do ?)
    Skilla-skills demandin endonesia
    Battle two (So what you gona do ?)
    Skilla-skills demandin endonesia
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    [Verse 2: B-Wyze]
    Yo, its "A Low Down Dirty Shame"
    How Im "Surviving The Game"
    To get the "Glory"
    Son this aint no "West Side Story"
    "Whos The Man" that started with the
    "Boyz In Da Hood"
    And the 5 "Heartbeats" he would
    "Shuffle Hollywood"
    Could it be the "King Of New York"
    Up in the lights form them days in
    "Crooklyn"
    To them "Harlem Nights"
    In this "New Jack City"
    Im the man with the "Juice"
    Meet me "Uptown Saturday Night"
    "Bustin Loose"
    "The Mack"
    The "Black Caesar"
    And if "Shes Gotta Have It"
    Im a "Do The Right Thing" and please
    Her
    Her man got a death wish
    Cause he wanna fight
    But I hold a "Lethal Weapon"
    On "Judgement Night"
    You bring it on
    MCs aint ready for the battle
    My "Posse" will leave you
    "Sleepless In Seattle"
    "48 Hours" of nuttin but "Tales From The Hood"
    Gimmie "Dead Presidents Fella" cause Im
    "GOOD"
    [Chorus:]
    Battle zones on and on
    Skilla-skillz (endonesia)
    Battle zones on and on
    Skilla-skillz (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    [Bridge:]
    One more time
    YO this aaa KSUF...
    And I am your only trackman
    That like to think ???? been in my life, oh shit
    Motherfuckers is so bitch, he brake it on
    And aaah... I wanna hear Dow Jones
    Ey yo Chuck, Chuck
    How you doin man ?
    You got your back off, and B-wyze
    So he straight shit doin man
    Cmon cmon
    [Verse 3: Dow Jonz]
    God damn, like the 85ers eat the ham
    Ill eat up weak MCs and that means shorty and his man
    My name is Dow from the clique about to die
    Others call me John Conner and perhaps
    Ill tell the reason why
    While Hiroshima blackens up the sky
    I will lounge inside my shelter as you fry
    As youre incinerated
    Ill come around again forget me not
    I had to shine with darkness for a minute
    That was hot
    [Verse 4: Chuck D]
    Semen in a women
    From the men without hats
    Get your life split up like some Kit Kats
    I seem to be triple teamed
    By gang green
    Who dont listen
    Bluntz them must be hittin
    (can?t read) emission
    I stress the position
    At the top of the slop
    Crackas be droppin a lot
    Like saltines out the box
    I despise singin songs in the low rider duckin cynics
    Fuck em and those Johnny come critics
    [Chorus]
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    Rock em rock rock on (endonesia)
    Rock em rock rock on (Skilla-skillz)
    [Outro:]
    Hot 97.5 on your dial
    Word up Flip Squad, your boy Kibidy-Coo
    KK Holliday
    (Blowin your mind one time
    Bootleg the lyrical I....murderer)
    Autobiography of Mistachuck, where is that new joint ?
    Where is that new joint ? (Boo-yaa)
    [ Endonesia Lyrics ]
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