Yo!  It's the burial ground sound, Dunn!
 It's real out here
 Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz
 Forever in it.. yo

 My devastatin hot '97 Mentality
 Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
 Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
 I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen
 Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
 Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council
 Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
 Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
 Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
 Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze
 Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze
 Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
 Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
 If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
 My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel
 Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
 Twenty-four diamond government named God
 Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
 Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large
 Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
 AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
 Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
 Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
 Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin
 Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
 Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
 Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
 Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real
 Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
 That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours
 Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
 Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
 Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
 Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
 Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
 Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone
 Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
 'Donna come through everyday my uniform
 changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
 Crackhead niggaz get stitches
 So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
 Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
 Form another pyramid, look how we slid
 All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
 on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
 You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?

 [Ghostface]
 To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
 Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
 Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
 Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
 (repeat 2X)

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 To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
 Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
 Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
 Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

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 To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
 Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
 Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
 Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

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 To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
 Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
 Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
 Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution