Def Squad

Say Word

Def Squad


[ Keith Murray ] 
Its the return of the lyrical lunatic 
Still kickin rough shit 
What you say? Ill 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 gon stop 
It be Keith not Bill 
Murray not Sweat 
Your polotics 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 cant do me none 
Five hundred radian height I run wit 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 
Wit logic and breaches I justify my means 
See you on the scene 
Fuck you up like Tyson did the big screen 
And fagll rock yeah bees like that 
If you kill my dog Im a slay your cat 

[ chorus: Def Squad ] 
Say word ( 7x ) 

[ Redman ] 
Face off wit Castor Troy 
Strap your boys 
Hook yall 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 wit the Luniz out in the bay 
Before you get smoked I ask who you wit wit Jay 
Its bizarre hyphen are 
Make mics dissolve 
My penmanship run concurrent wit 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 wit ya 

[ chorus ] 

[ Erick Sermon ] 
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 backstab 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 
Dont compete wit the vet my track recs too long 
Mercedes wack but theyre pumpin the song 
Recitin it word for word when my tune comes on 
Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds 
Your carrying and walkin 
When you shouldnt be talkin 
Bitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench him 
Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension 
Theres a few things Ive got to mention 
Def Squad be the name and boys the definition 
Thats my word 

[chorus]