[{"id":10547737,"name":"Straight Loonie","trackName":"Straight Loonie","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]\nTestin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\nAnd bust some to keep me uplifted\nIt flows to my braincells like from smoke\nI'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\nI'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats\nstored in my attic, for any crazy bastard\nIt's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme\nMy freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\nI drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\nlike I stole somethin when I'm bustin\nI'm Don of mic with this shit\nI rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?\nErick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna\nbackstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\nCan't get these nuts on the real\nIt's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\nARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\nwith Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\nSo get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\non the E Double, check the sounds!\nI rise my eyes burnt like cherry\nGet wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\nI don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.\n. until next try!\n\nDef Squad, is in the house, yo\nGreen Beret, is in the house, yo\nL.O.D., is in the house, yo\nKeith Murray, is in the house, yo\n\n[Keith Murray]\nAnd Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\nsights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\nFor mad niggaz it's curtains\nI'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\nIn my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\nSo when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\nand leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\nRip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\nFrom the little voice in my concious\nI might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious\nAnd Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi\nA psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\nThis man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\nCause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n\nWest coast, is in the house, yo\nEast coast, is in the house, yo\nN.Y.C., is in the house, yo\nLil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n\n[Jamal]\nBiddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\nI'ma come down to represent the juveniles\nI kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\nCause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\nNow who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all\nAnd any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\nNow I come down to be the illest, the realest\nAny nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\ncap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\nCause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\nAny motherfucker that wanna step nigga\nI'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\nthat you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\nBustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\nSally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\nSo you know I got the illest and I earned my props B\nFo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\nand let them know where the weapon is kept\nyou punk bitch, and I hit a switch\nAny motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\nTrick!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Loonie\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]\n  Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\n  And bust some to keep me uplifted\n  It flows to my braincells like from smoke\n  I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\n  I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats\n  stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard\n  It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme\n  My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\n  I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\n  like I stole somethin when I'm bustin\n  I'm Don of mic with this shit\n  I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?\n  Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna\n  backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\n  Can't get these nuts on the real\n  It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\n  ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\n  with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\n  So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\n  on the E Double, check the sounds!\n  I rise my eyes burnt like cherry\n  Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\n  I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.\n  . until next try!\n\n  Def Squad, is in the house, yo\n  Green Beret, is in the house, yo\n  L.O.D., is in the house, yo\n  Keith Murray, is in the house, yo\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\n  sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\n  For mad niggaz it's curtains\n  I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\n  In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\n  So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\n  and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\n  Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\n  From the little voice in my concious\n  I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious\n  And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi\n  A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\n  This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\n  Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n\n  West coast, is in the house, yo\n  East coast, is in the house, yo\n  N.Y.C., is in the house, yo\n  Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n\n  [Jamal]\n  Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\n  I'ma come down to represent the juveniles\n  I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\n  Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\n  Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all\n  And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\n  Now I come down to be the illest, the realest\n  Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\n  cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\n  Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\n  Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga\n  I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\n  that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\n  Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\n  Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\n  So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B\n  Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\n  and let them know where the weapon is kept\n  you punk bitch, and I hit a switch\n  Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\n  Trick!\n"},{"id":10547738,"name":"Straight Loonie","trackName":"Straight Loonie","artistName":"Murray, Keith","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]\nTestin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\nAnd bust some to keep me uplifted\nIt flows to my braincells like from smoke\nI'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\nI'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats\nstored in my attic, for any crazy bastard\nIt's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme\nMy freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\nI drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\nlike I stole somethin when I'm bustin\nI'm Don of mic with this shit\nI rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?\nErick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna\nbackstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\nCan't get these nuts on the real\nIt's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\nARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\nwith Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\nSo get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\non the E Double, check the sounds!\nI rise my eyes burnt like cherry\nGet wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\nI don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.\n. until next try!\n\nDef Squad, is in the house, yo\nGreen Beret, is in the house, yo\nL.O.D., is in the house, yo\nKeith Murray, is in the house, yo\n\n[Keith Murray]\nAnd Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\nsights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\nFor mad niggaz it's curtains\nI'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\nIn my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\nSo when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\nand leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\nRip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\nFrom the little voice in my concious\nI might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious\nAnd Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi\nA psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\nThis man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\nCause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n\nWest coast, is in the house, yo\nEast coast, is in the house, yo\nN.Y.C., is in the house, yo\nLil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n\n[Jamal]\nBiddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\nI'ma come down to represent the juveniles\nI kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\nCause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\nNow who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all\nAnd any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\nNow I come down to be the illest, the realest\nAny nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\ncap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\nCause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\nAny motherfucker that wanna step nigga\nI'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\nthat you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\nBustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\nSally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\nSo you know I got the illest and I earned my props B\nFo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\nand let them know where the weapon is kept\nyou punk bitch, and I hit a switch\nAny motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\nTrick!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Loonie\n  artist: Murray, Keith\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]\n  Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\n  And bust some to keep me uplifted\n  It flows to my braincells like from smoke\n  I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\n  I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats\n  stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard\n  It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme\n  My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\n  I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\n  like I stole somethin when I'm bustin\n  I'm Don of mic with this shit\n  I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?\n  Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna\n  backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\n  Can't get these nuts on the real\n  It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\n  ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\n  with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\n  So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\n  on the E Double, check the sounds!\n  I rise my eyes burnt like cherry\n  Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\n  I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.\n  . until next try!\n\n  Def Squad, is in the house, yo\n  Green Beret, is in the house, yo\n  L.O.D., is in the house, yo\n  Keith Murray, is in the house, yo\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\n  sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\n  For mad niggaz it's curtains\n  I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\n  In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\n  So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\n  and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\n  Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\n  From the little voice in my concious\n  I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious\n  And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi\n  A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\n  This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\n  Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n\n  West coast, is in the house, yo\n  East coast, is in the house, yo\n  N.Y.C., is in the house, yo\n  Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n\n  [Jamal]\n  Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\n  I'ma come down to represent the juveniles\n  I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\n  Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\n  Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all\n  And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\n  Now I come down to be the illest, the realest\n  Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\n  cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\n  Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\n  Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga\n  I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\n  that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\n  Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\n  Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\n  So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B\n  Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\n  and let them know where the weapon is kept\n  you punk bitch, and I hit a switch\n  Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\n  Trick!\n"},{"id":24640310,"name":"Straight Loonie","trackName":"Straight Loonie","artistName":"Keith Murray; Jamal","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]\nTestin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\nAnd bust some to keep me uplifted\nIt flows to my braincells like from smoke\nI'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\nI'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats\nstored in my attic, for any crazy bastard\nIt's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme\nMy freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\nI drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\nlike I stole somethin when I'm bustin\nI'm Don of mic with this shit\nI rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?\nErick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna\nbackstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\nCan't get these nuts on the real\nIt's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\nARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\nwith Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\nSo get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\non the E Double, check the sounds!\nI rise my eyes burnt like cherry\nGet wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\nI don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.\n. until next try!\n\nDef Squad, is in the house, yo\nGreen Beret, is in the house, yo\nL.O.D., is in the house, yo\nKeith Murray, is in the house, yo\n\n[Keith Murray]\nAnd Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\nsights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\nFor mad niggaz it's curtains\nI'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\nIn my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\nSo when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\nand leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\nRip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\nFrom the little voice in my concious\nI might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious\nAnd Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi\nA psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\nThis man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\nCause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n\nWest coast, is in the house, yo\nEast coast, is in the house, yo\nN.Y.C., is in the house, yo\nLil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n\n[Jamal]\nBiddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\nI'ma come down to represent the juveniles\nI kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\nCause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\nNow who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all\nAnd any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\nNow I come down to be the illest, the realest\nAny nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\ncap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\nCause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\nAny motherfucker that wanna step nigga\nI'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\nthat you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\nBustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\nSally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\nSo you know I got the illest and I earned my props B\nFo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\nand let them know where the weapon is kept\nyou punk bitch, and I hit a switch\nAny motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\nTrick!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Loonie\n  artist: Keith Murray; Jamal\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]\n  Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\n  And bust some to keep me uplifted\n  It flows to my braincells like from smoke\n  I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\n  I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats\n  stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard\n  It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme\n  My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\n  I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\n  like I stole somethin when I'm bustin\n  I'm Don of mic with this shit\n  I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?\n  Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna\n  backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\n  Can't get these nuts on the real\n  It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\n  ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\n  with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\n  So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\n  on the E Double, check the sounds!\n  I rise my eyes burnt like cherry\n  Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\n  I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.\n  . until next try!\n\n  Def Squad, is in the house, yo\n  Green Beret, is in the house, yo\n  L.O.D., is in the house, yo\n  Keith Murray, is in the house, yo\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\n  sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\n  For mad niggaz it's curtains\n  I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\n  In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\n  So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\n  and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\n  Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\n  From the little voice in my concious\n  I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious\n  And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi\n  A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\n  This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\n  Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n\n  West coast, is in the house, yo\n  East coast, is in the house, yo\n  N.Y.C., is in the house, yo\n  Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n\n  [Jamal]\n  Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\n  I'ma come down to represent the juveniles\n  I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\n  Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\n  Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all\n  And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\n  Now I come down to be the illest, the realest\n  Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\n  cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\n  Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\n  Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga\n  I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\n  that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\n  Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\n  Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\n  So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B\n  Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\n  and let them know where the weapon is kept\n  you punk bitch, and I hit a switch\n  Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\n  Trick!\n"},{"id":23287850,"name":"Straight Loonie (feat. Jamal of Illegal)","trackName":"Straight Loonie (feat. Jamal of Illegal)","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\nAnd bust some to keep me uplifted\nIt flows to my braincells like from smoke\nI'm no joke  I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\nI'm wild  psychosomatic  I got gats\nStored in my attic  for any crazy bastard\nIt's all in the mind  when the E drops a rhyme\nMy freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\nI drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\nLike I stole somethin when I'm bustin\nI'm Don of mic with this shit\nI rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig??\nErick Sermon got funk for days, for those who want to\nBackstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\nCan't get these nuts on the real\nIt's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\nARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\nWith Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\nSo get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\nOn the E Double, check the sounds!\nI rise my eyes burnt like cherry\nGet wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\nI don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye\nuntil next try!!\nDef Squad, is in the house, yo\nGreen Beret, is in the house, yo\nL.O.D., is in the house, yo\nKeith Murray, is in the house, yo\nAnd Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\nSights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\nFor mad niggaz it's curtains\nI'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\nIn my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\nSo when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\nAnd leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\nRip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\nFrom the little voice in my conscious\nI might just leave a crazy-ass unconscious\nAnd why, is a crooked letter like my alibi\nA psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\nThis man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\nCause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\nWest coast, is in the house, yo\nEast coast, is in the house, yo\nN.Y.C., is in the house, yo\nLil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\nBiddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\nI'ma come down to represent the juveniles\nI kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\nCause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\nNow who the fuck want to see Jamal I fades em all\nAnd any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\nNow I come down to be the illest, the realest\nAny nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\nCap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\nCause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\nAny motherfucker that want to step nigga\nI'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\nThat you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\nBustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\nSally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\nSo you know I got the illest and I earned my props be\nFo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\nAnd let them know where the weapon is kept\nYou punk bitch, and I hit a switch\nAny motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\nTrick!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Loonie (feat. Jamal of Illegal)\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked\n  And bust some to keep me uplifted\n  It flows to my braincells like from smoke\n  I'm no joke  I make an old man croak because I'm loc'\n  I'm wild  psychosomatic  I got gats\n  Stored in my attic  for any crazy bastard\n  It's all in the mind  when the E drops a rhyme\n  My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's\n  I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out\n  Like I stole somethin when I'm bustin\n  I'm Don of mic with this shit\n  I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig??\n  Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who want to\n  Backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!\n  Can't get these nuts on the real\n  It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!\n  ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas\n  With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters\n  So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop\n  On the E Double, check the sounds!\n  I rise my eyes burnt like cherry\n  Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry\n  I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye\n  until next try!!\n  Def Squad, is in the house, yo\n  Green Beret, is in the house, yo\n  L.O.D., is in the house, yo\n  Keith Murray, is in the house, yo\n  And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my\n  Sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere\n  For mad niggaz it's curtains\n  I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe\n  In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse\n  So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first\n  And leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck\n  Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)\n  From the little voice in my conscious\n  I might just leave a crazy-ass unconscious\n  And why, is a crooked letter like my alibi\n  A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind\n  This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die\n  Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!\n  West coast, is in the house, yo\n  East coast, is in the house, yo\n  N.Y.C., is in the house, yo\n  Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo\n  Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?\n  I'ma come down to represent the juveniles\n  I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with\n  Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit\n  Now who the fuck want to see Jamal I fades em all\n  And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall\n  Now I come down to be the illest, the realest\n  Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his\n  Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit\n  Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip\n  Any motherfucker that want to step nigga\n  I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure\n  That you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.\n  Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali\n  Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me\n  So you know I got the illest and I earned my props be\n  Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step\n  And let them know where the weapon is kept\n  You punk bitch, and I hit a switch\n  Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch\n  Trick!\n"}]