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

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"Ghetto like D&D..."