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Redman
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elima-nation
Ghetto lingo breaks your inner, mind body
Got these sewn like Huaraches, fuck tracks up the ass
make beats walk knock-kneed, the funk dwella in your celler
no one's wetta, pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner
I blaze you wit my nasal style I'm able
To rock two turntables for old sake like Sweet Sable
Now who's on the dillz I'll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window shield
I'm ill, so feel the gust of wind, I must've been born
Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry, in a hurry
Make competition leave early, smokin the lala
Blazay blah come through your block and open fire...

(Redman's in the area
Keith Murray's in the area
Erick Sermon's in the area
Keith Murray's in the area)

Erick Sermon
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm, like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat
Blazin hot, like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther's a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns there's the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
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Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y'all come out the hype description of this
One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list
No one invited me, so I crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do I be? The E, the D-O-U-B the L, to the E
Get your font-am leafs and fire it up
Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!
MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is the world premier

Keith Murray
AAAhhhhhh!
Word is bond the lyrical lexicon getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures, of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
style is subsedallian, meaning your brain can't be defined
In the words I be using when I be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
(He's way nice)than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def Squad