Kill The Noize-Dj honda

Dj honda "we don't play when it's time to slay" erick sermon "kill the noise" parrish smith *dj honda cuts the samples as they repeat for 3 bars* Check it yo Bench pressin rappers be givin me extra strength like excederin But this veteran is better in this profession when i'm editin Competitors steppin to my direction but i'm two steps Ahead a ya my flow is non-stop like et cetera Et cetera, from beginning to end i begin to blend And you gets no wins even if your stereo is on ten ten Comin directly from bk representin on the love love Makin shorties push up like hurby luv bug Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama Cause when i register my armor they all pause like a comma I'ma, bout ready to break this down and get more claps Than a shorty with crabs, givin up a** on the ave I be the honorable, like elijah muhammad, farrakhan And all praises due when i run through tracks like a maraton They call me problemz, a.k.a. the head honcho Liver than o.j. simpson on the freeway in his white bronco Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test One of the best in this profession that's no question i be reppin "we don't play when it's time to slay" - erick sermon "kill the noise" - parrish smith *dj honda cuts and scratches the samples for four bars* Understand the problemz is internationally ranked supreme Bk connection, when i be reppin that's no question Deceased presidentials on my mentals at all times Hop in the three and a quarter, hit the spot and cop four dimes Raw rhymes enable me to live life luxurious and lavish My vital infested with carats Cabbage is the topic of discussion cousin Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin You wasn't, prepared nor aware caught you off guard In actuality you barred, frontin like you hard On my sixty inch screen, tellin lies to my vision Frontin like you was in prison dunn you know that sh*t is fiction While i'm sittin on mill's, coppin a mansion in the hills Preferably in beverlly collectin treasury consecutively Inevitably the refugee with the recipe Breakin these niggaz up like referees is my specialty You know the four-eleven black strictly stacks on top of stacks L-e-x three-double-ohs and legend ac's Puttin the facts on wax, bout to blow like a sax Problemz recognize now bring that back "we don't play when it's time to slay" - erick sermon "kill the noise" - parrish smith *dj honda again cutting and scratching four sections* (who the f**k are you?) I'm the wrong ni**a to f**k with sh*t don't tempt me Cause i blow up spots like ed kozinsky this mc Tried to convince me that he was nice when he was wack So he was forced to pay the price and got his a** jack-ed like dempsey Left his motherf**kin pockets empty, cause his technique was flimsy Pulled out on son duke, just like a benz-y Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent Catch a couple of bodies do away with the evidence Dem batty bwoy nah wanna come test me Cause when a ni**a like problemz get busy i leave em dizzy like Gillespie Comin directly, from the battlefields of bk with my armor Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama cause this rhymer Cause trauma, hurry and dial nine-eleven for ems B**ch niggaz keep crampin my style like pms I flex like funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster When i blast your a** like nasa you're be whinin like patra Who's the master... *dj honda again, you know the drill* *dj honda keeps gettin buck to the end*