No Clue

Yeah yeah we about to bring it to yo ass. Heru, chop shop, shop what?

Yo what you rhyme about a lot?

Are you that smooth cat pop R&B body clot?

Are you that outer space off beat who fucked the beat up?

You know you think you so deep but you can't keep up

I can't fade it when I hear a lot of bullshit

That's why when I grab the mic I unload a full clip

Of lyrics

Big up to Grams down in Venice

Defari start this shit Chocolate Tye will finish

Yo yo the lyrical dentist the menace

Fuck up more by the minute

Leave the scene grinnin'

Defari got you spinnin'

Money lavish

Doin' damage

So many below average

Not from Dallas but I roll with plenty of Mavericks

See bad habits leave you empty handed

Stranded and I can't have it

Wack MCs take this shit for granted and

And ya lose get bruised when you come through

Puffin' blunts twistin' brews but still don't have a clue

Of what this amounts to

Strictly fam rip the program

Peace to the Ro-gram

I can't let no man withstand the plan in hand

Bonified Likwit fam

In the Barbershop I get the fresh cuts

So what

Ya want to do?

This the last time I'm warning you

In regards to whom it may concern

I burn crews with loose screws

Choose your weapon or keep steppin'

'Cause right now kid I think you slippin'

And ya loose get bruised when you come through

Puffin' blunts twistin' brews and still don't have a clue

Defari Heru pure as twenty-four karat

Black like 28th the barracks

The rare kid, rare style

Up rock flare style

Comparing yourself to us is not fair child

This

Underground comp

Is guaranteed to pump

And give crews exactly what they want

No time to front

Come flyin' from the begin

For my time

I know kids weekdays to weekends

Don't front Quest hit you with the bumps

Nothing change I'm always watchin' for these shady ass chumps

You want to face off?

You treble with the bass off

No dope beat in other words you don't even know me

Tryin' to show me different patterns like my Saturn

On the low key really only out to smoke me

Can't hold me

Wack niggas think they can out flow me

Shake my hand then watch they man try to throw me

A beat, when he ain't got no soul

That's why everything I do I stay close to home

Like 20 inch chrome Defari splash on the streets bringin' heat

Surround myself with nothing but my peeps

Like Kings, Queens and diamond earrings

On a do or die angle like a bishop

Turn the fifth up

Hiccup

Pass it to Todd for lyrical stick ups

Get ripped up keep your lip zipped up

Get ripped up (tied up)

Cause all the long you was sized up

Surprised her

Now your rides up

Brains fried up

Wake up

Go take a shower take off that make up

All the spaced up

Can't brake up unit

Chocolate Tye, Defari got tight flows like fluid

Through a faucet

Remember paid is what the boss gets

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