Straight Talk From Ny Lyrics - Singles - Dj Honda

Yeah, from New York to Japan, my plan will slam 

Holding my own up in this piece 

DJ Premier and of course, DJ Honda 

Jazzy Jay in the house, check it out 

It's goin' on right here inter-nation type, vibe, check the moves kid 

I came to get the doe, what you expected 

I came to mack the hoes, what you expected 

I came to strictly flow, what you expected 

Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit 

Next in command it's the five-foot-eight 

And three-quarter, warrior 

Take a stroll down my corridor 

I can effortlessly instantly burn 

MC's into effergy it's treachery 

'Cause my skills have developed 

I envelope situations that I'm facin' 

Each lacin' and I'm chasin' those, the suppose 

That their game wasn't so phat 

Yeah, right, punk, you know that 

Forget the media labels 

'Cause most of the ducks are fucked up and unstable 

Scared of the black stuff but I like to act up 

And get real ill 'cause I'm too hot to chill, stupid 

Scratching, what you expected 

Pussy, step back, fake Jake, I don't get down like that 

I kick the facts, then I sit and I mack 

With a sound like that you a one thousand, whack 

Get a think link, try to hang 

And bang, now your head swings 

'Cause my intellect is universal 

For me to do or die with no rehearsal 

One verse will take you outta 

The weak format and bitch, MC's can take a powder 

Still, you scower and skin your grill up 

But you'll be a casualty that got filled up 

With my ammo, 'cause I slam your ass 

To the concrete, you got defeated punk 

Scratching, what you expected 

Came to collect my loot, what you expected 

I like the girl that's cute, what you expected 

Givin' MC's the boot, what you expected 

I do my duty what you expected 

Scratching, what you expected 

Five albums, deep into this rap game 

I slap lame 'cause straight is my aim 

As I state my claim as the Bald Head Pimpsta 

Here to administer, sinister attacks upon those who lack 

The ability to finesse the beat vocal techniques 

I slam like Dominique and you know 

My rhymes are punishin' like torture to your structure 

Brain cells rupture, what you expected 

Scratching, what you expected 

I came to get the doe, what you expected 

I came to mack the hoes, what you expected 

I came to strictly flow, what you expected 

Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit