Olde English Lyrics - Defari

Yeah 

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer 

More shows get my pre-orders up 

Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer 

I toured the whole world but never been to Florida 

They holdin' my shit, all winter 

By the time the shit drop, I done already been there 

The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, it's sad 

Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags 

I don't fuck with that industry flow 

What I do fuck with is that industry dough 

BMI, EMI, gimme all that 

A side deal with who? Why not, where I sign at? 

I used to do unto others, this the difference 

This year fuck with things in my best interest 

This ain't the new, it's the old from way back 

Click it or Ticket, man they forcin' us to stay strapped 

Act like you know, right now if not ASAP 

This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that 

This time, made up my mind, on my grind 

On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate 

Still blastin' away 

Spit and put the cash away, passion to play 

Mashin' my way through this Babylon 

Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to gamble on 

Luxury lyrics, I give free of charge 

Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve 

Holdin' me down, pride and truth 

The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate 

Beat this down the block and you'll be like G's 

Movin' on up like George and Louise 

On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese 

My folks, came up, in these L.A. streets 

I knock and I bump, like 8:15's 

They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens 

Defari is a method of truth 

If you wanna know proper etiquette in the booth 

Hey 'Ru is divine 

Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate 

I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali 

Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali 

Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou 

Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streets 

Now the beat swing numchuk style 

I'm like Jim Kelly tellin' sucker MC's duck down 

Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery 

And third strike energy, rockin' cleverly pitchin' heat 

Fernando Valenzuela, original slangster 

Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger 

Call my travel agent, have her arrange 

South America, South Africa and Southeast Asia 

Then back to Mid-City we stack and get busy 

In fact, Drev's barbecue and Hustle got 'gnac 

The way I manhandle bully muscle the track 

Thank God, I never focused on hustlin' crack 

It's Rakaa with that educated animal rap 

I still fight back and question when they handin' me scraps 

In the fresh Denim jacket with the sheepskin black 

With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate 

Four by four, eight by eight 

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate