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lirik lagu chuck d - endonesia

[produced by soul g]

[intro]
yeah, feedback back for your bad -ss, yeah
as you witness i’m surrounded by two more emcees outta my war council
my rottweiler of rhymes, b-wyze a.k.a. blast
introducing my doberman of destruction, lyrical destroyer
dow jonz a.k.a. john connor of moruturi
my war council comin’ smashin’ through battle zones of microphones
whatever goes, whatever goes, whatever goes, whatever goes

[verse 1: dow jonz]
yo, my man, the rhymes i write, they be the illest
and i be f-cking up careers like those of arnold, kimberly and willis
you’ll take the penicillin, run dmc & jay say i be illin’
my crew ain’t juicy, i am not cold chillin’
i’m a super villain, i’d even room with dr. doom and we’d be k!llin’
i’d rip a b-tch in london just for one shilling
i’m on your cable, channel x, i’m causing strife
it make me wanna holler, son, the way they do my life, check it
executives in suites eat dinner and discuss
how i can make more for us whenever i bust
i step forth from the jungle in fatigues, the everglades
canteen full of liquor, i’m sitting on grenades
little women squirming from the 12th down to 11th grades
when they peep me in the magazine
upon they wall they stick the page
but you’re too young i’ll take you mom
and shacked from sh-lls and bombs
uncle sam make brothers uncle toms in vietnam

[hook]
battle two, so what you gonna do ?
sk!lla-sk!lls, the land of endonesia
battle two, so what you gonna do ?
sk!lla-sk!lls, the land of endonesia
rock ’em, rock, rock on, endonesia
rock ’em rock, rock on, sk!lla-sk!llz
rock ’em, rock, rock on, endonesia
rock ’em rock, rock on, sk!lla-sk!llz

[verse 2: b-wyze]
yo, it’s a low down dirty shame
how i’m surviving the game to get the glory
son, this ain’t no west side story
who’s the man that started with the boyz in da hood
and the five heartbeats, he would shuffle hollywood?
could it be the king of new york
up in the lights from them days in crooklyn
to them harlem nights?
in this new jack city, i’m the man with the juice
meet me uptown sat-rday night, bustin’ loose
the mack, the black caesar, and if she’s gotta have it
i’ma do the right thing and please her
her man got a death wish ’cause he wanna fight
but i hold a lethal weapon on judgement night
yo bring it on, mc’s ain’t ready for the battle
my posse will leave you sleepless in seattle
48 hours of nothin’ but tales from the hood
gimme dead presidents, fella, cause i’m good

[hook]
battle zones, on and on
sk!lla-sk!llz, endonesia
battle zones, on and on
sk!lla-sk!llz, endonesia
rock ’em, rock, rock on, endonesia
rock ’em rock, rock on, sk!lla-sk!llz
rock ’em, rock, rock on, endonesia
rock ’em rock, rock on, sk!lla-sk!llz

[bridge]
one more time
yo this ahm, ksuf, k-s-u-f, period
and i am your only trackman
that like to think ???? been in my life, oh sh-t
motherf-ckers is so b-tch, he brake it on
and aaah… i wanna hear dow jonz
ey yo chuck, chuck
how you doin man ?
you got your back off, and b-wyze
so he straight sh-t on, man
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

[verse 3: dow jonz]
god d-mn, like the 85’ers eat the ham
i’ll eat up weak mc’s and that means shorty and his man
my name is dow from the clique about to die
others call me john connor and perhaps i’ll tell the reason why
while hiroshima blackens up the sky
i will lounge inside my shelter as you fry as you’re incinerated
i’ll come around again forget me not
i had to shine with darkness for a minute, that was hot, yo

[verse 4: chuck d]
s-m-n in a women from the men without hats
get your life split up like some kit-kat’s
i seem to be triple teamed by gang green who don’t listen
blunts them must be hittin’ truck emission
i stress the position at the top of the slop
cracka’s be droppin’ a lot like saltines out the box
i despise singin’ songs in the low rider, duckin’ cynics
f-ck ’em and those johnny-come-critics
rock on

[hook]

rock ’em rock rock on (endonesia)
rock ’em rock rock on (sk!lla-sk!llz)
rock ’em rock rock on (endonesia)
rock ’em rock rock on (sk!lla-sk!llz)

[outro]
hot 97.5 on your dial
word up flip squad, your boy kibidy-coo
kk holliday
(blowin your mind one time
bootleg the lyrical i….murderer)
autobiography of mistachuck, where is that new joint ?
where is that new joint ? (boo-yaa)

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