DJ Honda - Straight Talk from NY lyrics

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DJ Honda - Straight Talk from NY lyrics

Yeah, from New York to Japan, my plan will slam Holding my own up in this piece DJ Premier and of course, DJ Honda Jazzy Jay in the house, check it out It's goin' on right here inter-nation type, vibe, check the moves kid I came to get the doe, what you expected I came to mack the hoes, what you expected I came to strictly flow, what you expected Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit Next in command it's the five-foot-eight And three-quarter, warrior Take a stroll down my corridor I can effortlessly instantly burn MC's into effergy it's treachery 'Cause my sk**s have developed I envelope situations that I'm facin' Each lacin' and I'm chasin' those, the suppose That their game wasn't so phat Yeah, right, punk, you know that Forget the media labels 'Cause most of the ducks are f**ed up and unstable Scared of the black stuff but I like to act up And get real ill 'cause I'm too hot to chill, stupid Scratching, what you expected p**y, step back, fake Jake, I don't get down like that I kick the facts, then I sit and I mack With a sound like that you a one thousand, whack Get a think link, try to hang And bang, now your head swings 'Cause my intellect is universal For me to do or die with no rehearsal One verse will take you outta The weak format and b**h, MC's can take a powder Still, you scower and skin your grill up But you'll be a casualty that got filled up With my ammo, 'cause I slam your a** To the concrete, you got defeated punk Scratching, what you expected Came to collect my loot, what you expected I like the girl that's cute, what you expected Givin' MC's the boot, what you expected I do my duty what you expected Scratching, what you expected Five albums, deep into this rap game I slap lame 'cause straight is my aim As I state my claim as the Bald Head Pimpsta Here to administer, sinister attacks upon those who lack The ability to finesse the beat vocal techniques I slam like Dominique and you know My rhymes are punishin' like torture to your structure Brain cells rupture, what you expected Scratching, what you expected I came to get the doe, what you expected I came to mack the hoes, what you expected I came to strictly flow, what you expected Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit