Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless
Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie
And ima set it like this
big l
Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest fast, when my smith-wes blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap new york rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Dont get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt
Im from the alley, not the valley
Im hotter than cali, wicked like harry
And fuck sally, I rather marry halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Dont hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, Im 5 thous
terra
Well, Im flav, and I was down with the crime wave
Now its time saved, yo, cause now Im a rhyme slave
In 87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed
N.o. rated, rappers you no-made it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated
This nigga terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter
Im more rare, the mc in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayer
Power struck, terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts
Herb mcgruff
For those that dont know, yo, Im herb mcgruff
Im on some murder stuff
And when I talk every verb is rough
Front on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag
Mcs are live, but Im mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than an african cab driver
Step to this and get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice and peas
(herb, can you fight? ) yo, Im nice with these
Ask the nigga in my last bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to big l, straight from hell
Im the fuck up outta here
buddah bless
Aiyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like its plastic
I rag crews cause Im bad news
In a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
Cause Im a known medigan for poems I slide the hotties home
Heres some advice, Im mad nice
Aiyo, Im quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fags life
My swellin melon got niggas jealin
Aiyo, fuck bribes, Im takin niggas lives like a felon
big twan
Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when its locked in
I just abuse the flow, dont need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines thats deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail
Yeah, aint I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, thats dead, so dont ask me
Youd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout
killa kam
Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they sections 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun
But killa kam, I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease cause once I release
My crew from the east, we leavin at least
20 police deceased, its the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On lennox ave. aint no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took
trooper j
Im havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser
Im blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys
And I pack more rallys than riots back in cali
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
Im in a daze and Im so confused
>from seein heads shake so many times the lead make
And mike boogies next up, and keep my head straight
mike boogie
I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like its a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start droppin poems
That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home
Word to god, its kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if youre comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask and crutches
And niggas, I dont need a gun for you, none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no. 2
And its death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, cause its a fact, friend
I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10
And niggas aint half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they aint no match for mike
Now Im bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough
True, true
And before I get up outta here
I gotta say peace to d-whiz and short man
Brothers that was there since the beginning
Whats up to rockin wheel from the hard pack crew
Peace to mase murder and the b.b.o. crew
The best out crew, the m&m crew
And all the other crews thats representin in harlem
You know what Im sayin?
And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crew
My crew
Word up
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