Woorden: Erick Sermon. Double Or Nothing. Boy Meets World.

I want to know of you, I want to know of you
Xross Breeds in the house representin? Queens
I?m gonna send this out to, um, those fake
So-called keepin? it real, ha ha, check it out

I gets the urge to let loose on shit
Bringin? the vibe like Phife Dog and Q-tip
Midnight black darkness, it?s the area
Or place that's distinctive enough to trace

The bass, my tune throughout the room
And if you want it, it?s here to consume
Now let?s warm things up for instance a witness
As I break it down up in this sentence

He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall, on they face
Not able to dip di in the place, my style is vintage
Doper than any wine on the market
Mics I spark it, flying tracks is my target
(Def squad)

I handles my situation without lyrics form Jason's
I still get's ill, beeotch even from the jealosy I recieve
You can't hold me back, I won't retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices
Or Italian ices, no matter what the problem is
I still, ah 1-2, in your face like I'm Biz

Boy meets world, I want to know of you
I want to know of you
I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though

I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though

I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though

I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like
If I had to battle a whole crew, if I couldn't beat them
Then my conscience would defeat them, yeah

I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy
But I will let something off
If these people keep stressing me
This is madness, I wish I was around
When that midnight train to Georgia picked up Gladys

Listen close, life is just what you make of it
If you wanna be happy like Mary J.
Then hey, then get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance

Knowing that the industry is fulling up
With drama got some hype
(Fakness from people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type
Stars are frauds, get the sword

And the question is asked
Who is the fake nigga? Who is the fake brother
That is always fuckin' up your shit
You wanna know how a niggas fake?

Check it out, sit back and you focus
Your shit from a general perspective
And if your shit ain't lookin' tight

There's a fake nigga in your circumference
And that's word is born for the 9-5 area
'Cause Def Squad forever, reigning much terror