[Defari]



I Got The Funky Feel Like B Real



I Put "all In Your Head Up" [B Real] Wit The Pure Raw Skill



Franklins Are My Favorite Bills



No Hands My Favorite Type Of Windmills



Only Now And Then Do I Drink Champagne



Like I Said In Big Up I Strictly Fucks Wit Covasea



You Glamorous Rappers Are Too Sweet



Wit Your Rececycled Beats And Your Styles That Put Me To Sleep



I'd Rather Listen To Some Brant Green



Authentic, Not Like You, Got Real Meaning



I'm Like The Low-ridas, I Like The Oldies



You Know Songs, Like Agony And Ecstacy By Smokey



You's A Phony, I Heard Your Single



Corny, Like A Thirty-second Jingle



Here Comes The Master Of Paragraphs On Phonographs



Every Letter, Etched And Sketched Like An Ancient Tag



You Know My Heiroglyph, I Got A Higher Gift



You's A Passenger Tryin But Never Be A Pilot




[Chorus] 2x



"Aiyyo Enough's Enough" [Fat Joe]



Word Up, I Don't Front



I Just Keep It On The Rise, And Give You What You Want




[Defari]



(What You Need)



Here, Don't Fear Peep This



Step Inside My Mentals, Bare Witness To A Lyricist



Skilled Technician, Rhythmous Technique



Advanced Speak, I Put Mics In Condition



The Streets Always Like Hard Beats



That Shit That Make You Move Your Neck When You're In Car Seats



My Star Fleet, Likwit Family



You Sorry, Like That Game From Milton-Bradley



Bound By Honor, Rollin Mad Bags Of Skama



I've Never Been The One For The Jerry Springer Drama



Not An Actor, Just The Greastest Multiple Factor



This Rap Game's Like A Computer, And I'm A Hacker



Linebacker, Wit Hits That Hit Like LT



Watch The Blitz, You'll Get A Joe Theisman Injury



What's All The Glitter