El Da Sensei

El Da Sensei - Where Ya At (Dirty Summer Mix) lyrics

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[Intro: El Da Sensei]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, what the fuck yo, here we go

El Da Sensei, 3D, A.Vee for the 2-G season

I ain't even gon' say it no more

I'ma just sit back and let the song just play

KnowhatImsayin, yo

Let it go, let it go, let it go..



[Verse 1: El Da Sensei]

Never simplistic I keep it updated and complicated

My own shit for sure, not a flop or drug related

Compact with raps, beats that clap

For hard hats and backpacks who can adapt to my design of rap

Table of contents makes me wind man

Constantly on replay makin' sure it be the Sensei

When natural, my natural renoun sounds from fans

Suitable, crucial that they become recruitable

Who should you address as your man at arms

Bent down on clowns before I bodily harm

Of a shine dime no petty crimes, so I'm

stayin' in touch to feel again and feelin' the dutch

First letter A and then comes the Vee

But harddrop can't be ordered to no fuckin' factory

Sacred 3D blends recommend my medicine prescription free

Open to all veterans

This specimen yesimen[?] wrestlin' caps, like triple eights

My mindstate compared to tapes from here to '88

Classic and style, master with slick words

Give you shit you never heard straight from New Jers'



[Hook x2: El Da Sensei]

With these words and this beat combined

You know we shine with that of the meat rack

Fuck that kind of track

Where ya at?

"New Jerusalem"

Where ya at?

Where ya at?

"Around the globe we explode across the map"



[Verse 2: El Da Sensei]

I'm gifted with the word of speak

Mister highlight, primetime shine, granted player of the week

I mortalize my fans who got my shit in they crates

CD's and mixtapes, posters with autographs on the case

Beats laced with the finest of rhymes, signed on vintage

Year '71 link shot the proper image

My fast vocab' it stands depends

Spills upon the public eye, bringin' the truth and no lies

Excercise my status, show and prove my craft

Lethal rhyme blast, seekin' the top charge fast, a past

All data I mean to intervene

Lay my cards on the table flush the whole damn scene

Take a time warp trip, '85 to '86, when I first learned to burn

Chuck Chillout on the mix, through hardships

I mix the hard shit regardless

My performance be the hottest I'm down to lock shit



[Hook x4: El Da Sensei]

With these words and this beat combined

You know we shine with that of the meat rack

Fuck that kind of track

Where ya at?

"New Jerusalem"

Where ya at?

Where ya at?

"Around the globe we explode across the map"





[Outro: scratched by DJ A.Vee & DJ 3D]

"Who's-who's-who's-who's this?"

"MC El-MC El"

"New Jerus-New Jerusalem"

"3D"

"A.Vee"
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Language: English

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