Say Word Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

It's the return of the lyrical lunatic still kickin' rough shit 

What you say, I'll slap your stank ass, bitch 

I shake and build my craft like an architect 

Teflon style rhymes be Gortex with the highness of the ruler on my cock 

All this over hip and the hop bullshit gonna stop it be Keith not Bill 

Murray not Sweat, your politics be politically incorrect 

We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like, well, of course 

Def Squad go off a rough course 

You weak wack niggas, can't do me none 

Five hundred radian height, I run with the sun 

Apparently you need to check my pedigree 

And do the knowledge to the S C I E N C E 

Fake ones fear it, real ones cheer it 

'Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit 

With logic and breaches, I justify my means, see you on the scene 

Fuck you up like Tyson did the big screen 

And fag'll rock, yeah, bees like that if you kill my dog I'm a slay your cat 

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Face off with Castor Troy, strap your boys 

Hook y'all to answer cant bang half the noise 

Ask Dunkin Hines got my shits twice as moist 

Plus status, do it to a T B A for rackets 

Pull out the Vicks 44 cough suppressant 

Then talk about me on HBO cab confessions 

Got a, bitch gobanas, hangin' out the Honda 

She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up 

I smoke with the Luniz out in the bay 

Before you get smoked, I ask who you with wit Jay 

It's bizarre, hyphen are ake mics dissolve 

My penmanship run concurrent with lightnin' rods 

I clap you in the spine when I grab on mine 

You so soft, I should call you 101.9 

When I pull out the denim and break the call minum 

You stupid, I act stupid right along with ya 

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I step out the truck like you want somethin' 

Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin' 

Fly guy, the type to flash the figure 

Same type who would cold back stab his nigga 

I know you, you a hater 

You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator 

Your envy is strong, outlook is wrong 

Don't compete with the vet my track recs too long 

Mercedes wack but they're pumpin' the song 

Recitin' it word for word when my tune comes on 

Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds 

You're carrying and walkin' when you shouldn't be talkin' 

Bitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench him 

Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension 

There's a few things I've got to mention 

Def Squad be the name and boys the definition, that's my word 

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