[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..."