Digi Warfare Lyrics
[Intro: Masta Killa]<br />
We gon' take this back to old school<br />
Off the head one time<br />
Get the DJ set right here<br />
Give 'em somethin' to scratch<br />
Know what I'm sayin'?<br />
My nigga Choco<br />
Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's<br />
This is how we do<br />
Red Alert, Marley Marl<br />
Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee<br />
I can't forget, Sway and Tech<br />
Jazz, Joyce, DJ Clue? Cocoa Chanel<br />
I be Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well<br />
Rock the mic well, well<br />
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[Masta Killa]<br />
On and On, to the break of dawn<br />
Come all the way home say 'What the.. Pop home'<br />
Freak 'em to the left while we rock 'em to the right<br />
Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?<br />
And we bounce, roll to the skate ya rock<br />
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop<br />
Come alive party people, gimme what you got<br />
I guess by now you can take a hunch<br />
Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch<br />
Rockin' old school ain't shit to me<br />
MC's OD on the shit that I wrote<br />
Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of both<br />
Sugar, I wanna rock yo ass until the mornin'<br />
Dia moanin', Jamel Arief, High Chief, comin' outta East Medins<br />
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[Chorus: Masta Killa]<br />
Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs<br />
Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas<br />
Lookin' all good from ya toes to ya weave<br />
Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe<br />
Fellas in the house if ya know ya live<br />
Punch killas in the face from Queens to Bed-stuy<br />
Handlin' the steel if the shit get real<br />
Just flip a pie and stack a mil'<br />
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[Masta Killa]<br />
Activation, mind starts sparkin'<br />
Constant elevation, sky walkin'<br />
David Thompson, my Wu niggaz stompin'<br />
<br />
Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass<br />
You better watch yo self, I'm tight slick<br />
with a nice size, lemme see you work it<br />
She full of suckin' in public<br />
Ol' Dirty Bastard use it on a visit in, ya wit it?<br />
Then holla like wheels on appeal, don't squeel<br />
Just keep it on the wheels for the Masta Kill<br />
Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel<br />
I see you in the hood, then ya fam from 'til then<br />
Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in<br />
Stare to your place<br />
Rae bomb the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, staircase<br />
The lace from the dominent race to the base<br />
In ya face like paste, baby doll<br />
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Uh, uh, uh, uh<br />
Yes yes y'all<br />
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Welcome to the block party<br />
You might wanna hit our deck but stay calm<br />
It's only us, every thing's still, well.. plush<br />
We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat {*echoes*}<br />
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[RZA]<br />
1-2, 1-2 I'ma try this one more time<br />
Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son<br />
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[Crisis]<br />
Yeah, hit hard<br />
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[Masta Killa]<br />
Hip hop, like socialize<br />
Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes<br />
Liquid Sword to the city<br />
Peace Allah Just, one of the committee<br />
Let's separate the 6 for a chess contest<br />
Leave a little stress<br />
I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best<br />
Make ya love it when ya smell it<br />
It's the velvet<br />
The chocolate for a 100<br />
Dredd' got lbs if ya wanna get down<br />
We can catch 'em on the next round<br />
My universal sound is like world reknowned<br />
World reknowned, world reknowned<br />
My universal sound is like world reknowned {*echoes*}<br />
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[Chorus]
