Ghetto LIke D&D

[Scratch Hook] "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "Bad on the mic" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "For you!" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "Bad on the mic" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "For you!" [Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha] (Uh... c'mon!) I'm more complex than a Cubic when invading your spot Peak out a hundred watts, watch your eardrums pop Got this rap shit locked Plus, I'm holding the master Key, for you to see – ain't no steppin' to Snatcha Capture melodies like felonies on run Watch ya brain burst spitting this verse through the tongue Human Magnum Came in and I'm ready to discharge To kick hard like kung-fu flicks in ya mix, god Blaze through flannel And rearrange and change like channels Come through, destroy you and your Hip-Hop panels Making your head jerk 'til ya neck hurt Lyrical expert The senator, bomb your perimeter [Verse 2: Teflon] Y'all niggas is bringing knives to a gunfight I'm one hype motherfucker that come right – at all times See me on The Chorus Line Eight bars and pass Give us four stars, it's the All-Star cast line-up Nigga, ya time's up We comin' at ya And after Krumb Snatcha snatch ya Worldly possessions, I got strict orders to clap ya Six ought'a relax ya One to the melon, for good measure To let y'all niggas know the type of shit that we after [Scratch Hook] "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "Bad on the mic" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "For you!" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "Bad on the mic" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "For you!" [Verse 3: Q-Ball] (Yeah... what... Q-Ball...) Yo, it's the Q-dash-B, so watch what you saying Your mouth is writing checks that yo' ass ain't paying While your team brick-laying – we got Dream Team stats QNC, heavy cream cats, my car gleam wax You trying to get a bitch, while we trying to get rich My leather button tough stitch, trunk smell like snitch Your whole style glitch, fly your squad up off the handle NYC scandal, baldheaded mic vandal [Verse 4: Curt Cazal] (Yo... yo... ) It's um, we two, on this paper chase caper Aim for seis figures, fade niggas like a taper At 20 inch, on your B-enz type shit We armed, and shine like the glimmer off my charm It's like – lyrical harm, when the piece touch my palm Mr. Storm Before The Calm, John Blaze, four alarm With that dick-torial – for you and your who' clique Knock the screws out your hooptie and bomb your whole shit [Verse 5: Starang Wondah] (Word up...) Aiyyo, we scheme on the riches Got cars and bitches Put these rappers under pressure, 'til they break like dishes Got y'all niggas saying "Ow-oww!" – y'all know who this is Call mad rappers out, my crew give niggas the business Some say we belong in a Cage like Nicolas Gauge inconspicuous Mad niggas come out, but then look ridiculous (Why?) 'Cause Starang always be on some different shit Either on the move, or on the ave, just kicking it Trying to move fast Or driving by slow, smoking weed with hash (Uh-huh) So don't ask – the M.F.C., B.C.C., "Ghetto Like D&D" on MTV [Scratch Hook] "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "Bad on the mic" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "For you!" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "Bad on the mic" "It's real!" "Ghetto like D&D" "All..." "Stars..." "For you!" [Verse 6: Afu-Ra] You know–it's one mother, two fathers, two brothers My energy, synergy, they come together And dwell in intelligence Negligence is relevant Carbon MCs, straight up torch they weak embellishments Prevalent, not settlin', spit flames benevolent Hell, you in – swore you in Afu to Elohim I change forms on the mic like chameleon Get it in, put it on – track's what I shitted on [Verse 7: Fat Cat Kareem] Get ready for your final thrill I black-out like an oil spill John Handcock your wheel Divvy up your scrill Or let's make a deal – you don't flow no more and we real And if I catch you tryna blaze mics, I let the talons drill Keep the skills on kill, turn the scenery to Hamburger Hill Any time I pull, you peel Critics is hype, D&D ignite the dynamite Casino Entertainment for life, get it right [Verse 8: Jane Blaze] (Yo... aiyyo...) Jane Blaze – left your whole fleet amazed I crash Windows, got Bill Gates fleeing the States Stash sumo type rhymes for them heavyweighters Matter fact, y'all tryna pull the wool, y'all fabricators I pack flows by the ton, dunn So pull a fast one – in a blink, y'all get done, dunn Hold yourself for ransom, then I snatch your gun, son Toss it in the Hudson River Watch you quiver when Jane deliver – nigga [Outro Scratch] "Ghetto like D&D..."