Gems Lyrics - Singles - Defari

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

I despise a duck MC on the mic 

Defari, big up 

Rhymes and gems 

I run tracks like Ben Johnson 

Dick Vytel said my style was awesome 

P.T.P. MC, prime time precisely 

Word to brothers, I get Isely 

And voyage to Atlantis, Black Sea, world of panthers 

Where brothers don't question, they answer 

Mathematically, with lyrics of strategy 

The goal is to remedy the world, of these wack MCs 

Exactly, Defari, lyrical athlete 

Find me in the final heat 

Of the Olympic track meet 

For MCs 

This kid, he's not the average 

I'm on the rise, son, like my name was Backstage Laminate 

I got a cabinet of members all who posses spectacular vernacular 

Blazing through contenders 

I remember when hip hop was genuine 

When gimmicks were limited 

MCs were magnificent 

Shows were omnipotent 

The crowd was all feelin' it 

If a kid had skills on stage, yo, he'd reveal it 

But nowadays, mad MCs need lessons in stage presence 

Instead of claimin', they represent 

While I enterprise 

Maintain, stay awake and wise 

What you hear is what you get, no lies 

No disguise 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

Rhymes and gems 

I despise a duck MC on the mic 

I like the milk, I like the lactate 

I like the milk type cords over a phat ass, drum break 

With skill, my mind spins like windmills 

For MC creeps, I got noun and verb fills and brain pills 

I combine dentistry with crainiology 

Stacks of facts not mythology 

So when I catch wreck to enterprise the land of the sunset 

How much run should one don get? 

I say plenty, that's word to Penny Hardaway 

Hip hop is an arena and every show is like game day 

On Sunday or Monday 

Whatever day I play at a professional level, here, in L.A. 

And that's a raw fact, no fiction in this guy 

The essence of a pharaoh, D to the E, fari 

The only weapon I brandish is my vernacular 

Defari, the tackler, Duck MC, capturer 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

Word to the Barbershop MCs 

I got the remedies for enemies 

Who possess flimsies 

Concepts I bomb, step to detonate 

A vocal explosion as big as a tidal wave 

See, I'm that kid that you know that you never even heard about 

Defari Heru will soon spread by word of mouth 

Through every ghetto street, backstreet and phat jeep 

I enterprise the west combine with strength plus finesse 

(Now how we go?) 

I'm blessed by Allah Almighty 

Teaching class daily, plus I'm writin' rhymes nightly 

Mad MCs be lyin' everyday 

They be them same kids who drink pop off instead of Bombay 

Saffire 

The day will come when they expire 

Retire or get sliced by this lyrical barb wire, they admire 

While I wire a fax to my everyday contacts 

Plans to make my cash triple stack 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

How did this bullshit happen? 

Explain to me, how did this bullshit happen? 

Thank you and good night