No Guest List Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

[ keith murray ] 

Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl 

But come to destroy you of all worlds 

I eat you inside out like stress 

The best, I never lose a rhyme contest 

While troublesome black rolls flows 

Bleed internal external like a bloody nose 

Props grow like crops 

Desert boot clarks wit no socks 

Parking space killer stay out my lot 

You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name 

I take it out your ass and charge it to the game 

I battle with words, go to war with ideas 

You defeat me never in a million years 

The factor of the rapture 

Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured 

They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought 

But then you got caught up in my final thought 

Nigga 

Miss thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled) 

[ redman ] 

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse 

You the tightest motha fucka let me find out 

When I pull mines out 

I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house 

Give you static like your mixer got the ground out 

Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch 

Im down south wit outkast wit pounds out 

Wicked enough to throw the gun in james bond mouth 

You know e and keith when we brawl 

I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall 

And overall, on y'all a protocal 

My style is kabal, finish him 

For the benjamins 

Fools call me the grinch 

Cause I punch you in your face christmas on two fifth 

While the cops watch the jamaican hide pot 

When I stomp I leave the shoe size of sasquatch 

Miss thing there is no guest list tonight 

[ erick sermon ] 

Yo, yo 

Its e the assassin antonio banderas 

Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas 

So face it, some of y'all should go back to basics 

Before the prom, before sissy spacik 

Reevaluate what's right for you 

From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker 

I dig a hole so deep you cant return 

And hear about the episode on howard stern 

Im born wit heart I blast ya 

Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master 

Playing me one time thats unforgivin 

I got a body one count and we ain't bullshittin 

We be thick in the mix, milk wit quik 

In the business I work every circuit 

Im bigger, better, and deafer 

So however, wherever, whenever, heffer 

Miss thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x )