I got the funky feel like B Real
 I put "all in your head up" [B Real] wit the pure raw skill
 Franklins are my favorite bills
 No hands  my favorite type of windmills
 Only now and then do I drink champagne
 Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea
 You glamorous rappers are too sweet
 Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep
 I'd rather listen to some Brant Green
 Authentic, not like you, got real meaning
 I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
 You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
 You's a phony, I heard your single
 Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
 Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs
 Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag
 You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
 You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot

 [Chorus] 2x
 "Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat Joe]
 Word up, I don't front
 I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

 [Defari]
 (What you need)
 Here, don't fear peep this
 Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
 Skilled technician, rhythmous technique
 Advanced speak, I put mics in condition
 The streets always like hard beats
 That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats
 My star fleet, Likwit family
 You Sorry, like that game from Milton-Bradley
 Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama
 I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
 Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor
 This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hacker
 Linebacker, wit hits that hit like LT
 Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury
 What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear
 For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare

 Chorus 4x

 [Defari]
 (See what you need)
 When it comes to real lyrics I know you can't hang
 Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali where niggas gangbang
 Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
 But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
 You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
 You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon
 This is Hard Earned dues, word to Guru and Premier
 I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year
 "Aiyyo enough's enough"
 Aiyyo Herut's been long overdue
 But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you
 Yo don't mistake them, I'm not no hater
 Just a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker
 A plees blower, live show flower
 Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower

 Chorus 4x

 "Aiyyo enough's enough"
 Word up, I don't front
 I give you what you want, what you need
 (I give you want you want)
 (I don't front) (What you need