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Blah Blah Blah
No doubt Yeah, the long awaited album It's what You wanted, right? So long It's what You wanted, right? We're here now though It's the Blaz... We're right here now and we ain't goin' nowhere, believe that. Word up, believe that, You bought the album. Can't take it back, we can't take it back, You bought the album already. But still You ask one question. What question ist that, son? You know that question. What the Blahs is? What do the Blahs mean, son? Word. I'ma let them know, what the Blahs mean, son. I'ma let them know ???, what the Blahs mean, believe that! All up in their guts, right? All up in their guts They gon' know ???, what the Blahs mean, son, that's my word! Trust me on that one, that's my word. East New York shit. You know, that we can get down, son. So just sit back, know'Imsayin', we gon' let you know, what the Blahs is We gon' let you feel, what the Blahs is You gon' feel it. Like pliers on Your nuts. You gon' feel it. Like crimp pliers on Your nuts, You gon' feel it, son, word! They gon' feel it, son. ... |
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One, two, three and to the four (word up)
Medina's in da house (check it out now) knockin down your fuckin door (check it out now) Ready to make an entrance so back on up *ahhhh* Cause Brooklyn about to rip shit up (Brooklyyyn) |
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*Oh my God* [Q-Tip]
*When The East is in the house* [Jeru The Damaja] Put out the word Blahzay has emerged Surged, most prefered from the verbs and words I finesse, try your best to diagnose when I host, you gettin' roast, toast Bet grip bra when I rumble, you crumble My stuff is good like mo dumgoe soup. Rappers getting suit front and rugged but i don't plug it, when my semantics hit your nugget and expose, you know how it goes when it be gritty when we roll is like we got the key to the city it won't be pretty for you to challenge, knock you off balance, better reconsider your talents You weasel, you better off pumpin diesel I find it feasable, your days is over frontin evil Shouting to your people trying to bless your spot but we don't beleive that cuz CBS tells a lot on who got shot and who does all the crime DANGER! And you knew it all the time *When The East is in the house* *Oh my God* DANGER! And when we in the house, ain't no time to act sheisty come out a spicey to your ass that is pricely costin', you get baked like Mr. Baustin Beans in a box, you need more strenght than just locks I rocks hardcore even when I dress suited On some business shit my street is deep rooted What is this shit? Rappers want to blossom, put they all a costume Thinkin weed buffoon I'll tell you soon you learn the hard way tims and blunts going Broadway throught this theater hardrocks is getting witter like virrer for Alles the East is in your parlor on some proper shit and it will never be the opposite *When The East is in the house* *Oh my God* DANGER! And when we move on your circuit you better pray to who you worship That's recommended ass kicks come splendid Long winded but I don't need my respiratory to bless my story, you got nothing for me It's been plotted behind doors they skeemin' up For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up Do your stuff finize is going to be limpin' MC's when I plan my rap you be left handicapped Sweat! gather because I bring you no jalope Building all heads that be older than your papi Pack the wind while PF backspin to the essence, you get scarred to my presence |
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| 5:49 |
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| 4:03 |
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We'd like to dedicate this particular tune
to all to all to all the hell of ya from wherever (Sample from Channel Live:Mad Izm) Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that! Verse One: I drop clarity like kerotene, everytime I speak out Rappers freak out, but never stick their necks too deep out And touch the live wire, gettin live like from gaya inner Jim Jones kool-aid you got mad reason to be afraid You ain't ready, rhymes are petty, never lyrical It's a miracle they need to reign as they ??? To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on that Cause the rugged format you can't get from where you're born at So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this with your rap style be the firmest, Forget about your color of epidermis For advantages, there's bandages, whatever your language is You be in Danger like that Blahzay triangle is The Blah being mind freein Not the fatigue wearin jewels glarin rapper, you used to seein Absestos study lessions to make impressions The P's come and squeal on the real I'm mad excited I got my deal but still... Chorus: (Sample from Main Source:Looking At The Front Door) You don't know the pain I feel (Channel Live) Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that! Cuz cuz cuz you don't know the pain I feel Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits You don't know the pain I feel Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that! Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you don't know the pain I feel Cause there's all these weak, rappers, steady making hits Verse Two: Now everybody lamp go ahead get amped for your camp Without no harmony your Normandy would have never been the champ And let me mention, no racial tension the way the rule goes I flows with bros, PF flows with papa chulos We combine cluster, you can't muster break your ligaments Building my predicaments, living with the immigrants See special blow your vest or do it thorough That's blurro, my referral don't try to rally up your borough Just warm, stay calm if you don't got steel in your palm you'll peel me, I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks uni- form, carry on screamin on MC's Running around together only bonded by smoking trees Chronic, my tonic make you vomit for teamin up Bringin the drama, be blank comma blank comma Read it, singers get weeded, then conceeded But you don't know the pain, so watch how you feed it to me (Chorus) Verse Three: Comin with with the raw tech, strong like Gortex Rappers get more plex, as they make their name off all fetch and unrealistic, your neighbor crew know you're ballistic Your statistic ain't mistic, under that talk we know who is it So stay busy, keep touring Your hood is roaring, it's not a place for pussycats to be exploring Your plan lock it, you bandwagon just to start a rival Without skills you better check for your own survival And feel the pain rappers talk a good John Wayne but look stupid You be trying to play us like a groupie With your rap staff you riff and raff I listen and laugh, In town you down out of town you get sent ass And you don't know the pain... (Chorus) |
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*Oh my God* [Q-Tip]
*When The East is in the house* [Jeru The Damaja] Put out the word Blahzay has emerged Surged, most prefered from the verbs and words I finesse, try your best to diagnose when I host, you gettin' roast, toast Bet grip bra when I rumble, you crumble My stuff is good like mo dumgoe soup. Rappers getting suit front and rugged but i don't plug it, when my semantics hit your nugget and expose, you know how it goes when it be gritty when we roll is like we got the key to the city it won't be pretty for you to challenge, knock you off balance, better reconsider your talents You weasel, you better off pumpin diesel I find it feasable, your days is over frontin evil Shouting to your people trying to bless your spot but we don't beleive that cuz CBS tells a lot on who got shot and who does all the crime DANGER! And you knew it all the time *When The East is in the house* *Oh my God* DANGER! And when we in the house, ain't no time to act sheisty come out a spicey to your ass that is pricely costin', you get baked like Mr. Baustin Beans in a box, you need more strenght than just locks I rocks hardcore even when I dress suited On some business shit my street is deep rooted What is this shit? Rappers want to blossom, put they all a costume Thinkin weed buffoon I'll tell you soon you learn the hard way tims and blunts going Broadway throught this theater hardrocks is getting witter like virrer for Alles the East is in your parlor on some proper shit and it will never be the opposite *When The East is in the house* *Oh my God* DANGER! And when we move on your circuit you better pray to who you worship That's recommended ass kicks come splendid Long winded but I don't need my respiratory to bless my story, you got nothing for me It's been plotted behind doors they skeemin' up For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up Do your stuff finize is going to be limpin' MC's when I plan my rap you be left handicapped Sweat! gather because I bring you no jalope Building all heads that be older than your papi Pack the wind while PF backspin to the essence, you get scarred to my presence |
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