I'm the bomb, ringing off all types alarms

My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's

Aggravated assault, against an MC

Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees

It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick

You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness

Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk

I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York

I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one

With a tape deck, if it's feasible

Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe

But I get you souped when I rock respect due

Ice a nice nigga that wanna get diced

Slice the mic device like the body of Christ, twice

E Double if you feel me hit me once

(A breaker one, a breaker two)

Cause trouble to your family and friends

Let me cut the bull***, just hand me yo ends

Got caught out there cause you were Mack without 10

Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer, live from Hell

But stay cooler than a double L

Turn a felony to a misdemeanor

Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner

*** that, still walk out holdin my strap, blunt, grabbing my weiner Rock da spot

Yo Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note

I make you feel like your water broke

Can't tell whether male or female

I *** up your frame well, the monogram can't tell

All aboard my balls, cause my dick

Don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all

*** on my pubics, let my music take flight

Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo

Bitch, about nine inch up the clit

Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em ***

I shines MC's up for auction

So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away

Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down

And turn into an ass-kicking holiday

Word, I rolls with the Funklord

With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards

He's bleeding get the gauze

He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for

Push the clip in, slide the top back

Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract

*** like that get me vexed

So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's Rock da spot

Yo Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture

So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper

Sorceror offin y'all with techniques

A universal lingo, with the odd speaks

Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak

Smokin that leak at full peak

Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique

College radio, know I mack *** like Maceo

Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver

I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver

Deliver, the milk to your door

Real raw *** you never seen before

So when you come inside, and do the front

Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run

Relax your minds, let your conscience be free

And get money, and G's and roll these trees Rock da spot

Yo This is DJ SAYWHAT on this motherfucker

Coming to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City