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