Who The Hell?
[Intro]
('tis fresh)
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I said it's fresh
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[Verse 1]
The universe is my guide so I follow
Sit absorb upon the earnest and the gallo[?]
Baby the ?
Even ??
[?] because the world be gettin darker
Weather is forecasted
Rapper who get blasted
With thunder & lightning
And everything that's frightnin'
To the essence 'till I give 'em more
8 million bessahs?
They jealous overzealous
This joint is for the fellas, and the chickens, and the BJ's
Influential DJ's
Spark this
Set the fuckin' party like the NOS sys
Spike the party, like Bacardi in the punch
No front
Hanging out in the ???
..before there was pop up in the op shop
Baby set the record
Straight up hip-hop
It's sad but true, y'all
But everytime I speak.....
Seems that ya fuckin style sounds weak
I'm just trying to get the freak on
Ya'll we goin on a week long
And on and on and on 52 to be exact
Ya know, I wrote the rhyme that broke the rapper's back
I reign supreme devils ..??
100% straight up
Bronx royalty
When situations boil
We'll see who's really loyal
Toil toil toil 2 4 7 3 6 5
Now that's all ya read
But I'm in ya ear now
The first time that ya cherry got burst
Since ??
...........
... evil lurks
But only in the mind of the beholder
Hooked up this beat with the mic. not with ?
[Chorus]
Who the hell are you?
I am ID
Da S E N S E da S E N S E
Who the hell are you?
I am ID
Da S E N S E da S E N S E
Who the hell are you?
I am ID
Da S E N S E da S E N S E
Who the hell are you, who the hell are you
I am ID
Da S E N S E
[Verse 2]
The party's over here and if we over there then the party's over there
Got no time to spare
Lookin for da parties so I pack my own good vibes
Says ?? microphones
Now check it out
????
You ain't hot
No matter how much gold ya got
I got da diamonds, da diamond mines, da diamond eyes
To the point where everything I do is fuckin' fly
Now
Crack vials
They line da aisles where I'm from
Brothers get wild so they grab guns
I stagger one, with my lyrical machete
Here's comes another one
Are ya ready, are ya ready?
'till I
Bob ya head ??
The scenari-ario is ??
Rumble from the Bronx
Where the people are fresha
Maintain under the pressure
I mick the M-I-C up
MC ??
Turn the heat up on every burner
Brother while I free ya
The ? of my people, ? feeble
So everything I'm able to shake is rated LETHAL
The MC's and DJ's trying to get L
Flexin dolla bills but got no true skills
No worry no power no fret and never doubt
Collect the bounty like the brother Boba Fett then we out
[Chorus]
Who the hell are you?
I am ID
Da S E N S E da S E N S E
Who the hell are you?
I am ID
Da S E N S E da S E N S E
Who the hell are you?
I am ID
Da S E N S E da S E N S E
Who the hell are you, who the hell are you
I am ID
Da S E N S E
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