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“d.f.a.”
don’t f-ck around

[verse one: john smith]
we’ll start a tidal wave
right beside your face
tap you on the shoulder
ask you if you like the taste
smash you with a boulder
medic, ain’t no time to waste
you entering your miming phase
i’m bend on bringing silent days
primal rage
that’s the p.r. when i’m engaged
i got to go that means g. off and mind your way
you play the gas that’s that g-y -ss sh-t homie
won’t take it back, we don’t play that sh-t
listen

[hook: john smith]
d.f.a., don’t f-ck around
yy and john smith co-crush your town
mcenroe on the beat, he scores drums that pound
break bread in the house chump so what’s up now?
d.f.a., don’t f-ck around
yy and john smith co-crush your town
mcenroe on the beat, he scores drums that pound
break bread in the building chump so what’s up now?

[verse two: mcenroe]
b.p.m. counts gone through the roof
that’s (bullsh-t per minute)
so we’ll knock your crew flat
the b.b.c. broadcast without no contract
the t.n.t. bombs that explode on contact
it’s r&r time cause rod a religion now
hold a hardy har at their minds, then we sit ’em down
[?] teens, send ’em to the minor leagues
-ssign ’em to k.p. for acting like a wanna be

[john smith]
they call me joe
j to the o.e
trudging through the snow scape with cold feet
with headphones as earm-ffs, i’m tryin’ to hold heat
what up yy, long time no see

[yy]
d.f.a
shout it out like a p.s.a
they creating something we just made
it ain’t sh-t
we just ain’t
gonna sit and just watch it happen
if you listen to this, it’s only fitting
d.b.c.a
don’t be a c-ck about it
we don’t need no replay, no need to talk about it
see what we say
covered up and down it’s only right
that we’re gettin’ too nice to f-ck around

[mcenroe]
it’s the p
to the motherf-ckin’ c homeboy
and if we ain’t “peace” then you’ll see no joy
used to be tabs but it’s been dissolved
now p.l.s.’s bags and it’s winner take all

[john smith]
it’s t.c.b
we take care of biz
releases beefs on the air and gigs
you see us on the streets, we build with kids
in the inner city, just trying to live legit

[mcenroe]
it’s the ace of the staff, keep my e.r.a. low
pro, bound to spell it out fast like k-solo
the t.t.g
with the h.h.w
plus double f knock the bread out from under you
straight hip hop, not the neo-soul
it takes what i got to be the ceo
it’s real rap, not an apparel show
so go back to listening to sheryl crowe

[hook]

“d.f.a.”



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