1.Intro
2.Focused Daily
Sleep on the champ, man you better read the scouting report
You doubtin this so i connect wit mr. alchemist
The soul assassin straight blastin, bringin heat
You marvel at my connects wonderin why you can't compete
You're not competitive, you're more like a sedative
You put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bedtime kid？
Yet in still, i remain crisp like newly printed bills
And watch for those money-hungry anita hill's
Lyrics are effortless, no matter how stormy the weather gets
Those who know me like kobe say 'he's proliferate'
The gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups
Why you claim to be hard when you a buttercup？
I fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag
Don't pull no crap just hit the track like a fullback
Lead block, don't mistake this for no pop-rap, pop
But that raw deal feel, that real hip-hop
Chorus 2x
Chorus
We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets, it's serious business
Focused daily
I'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters
Watch my blind side, catch a elbow to the dentures
Never drop dimes, i'd rather save expenses
Evidence, i'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions
This track hits like sonny liston for the alchemist
Will someone give me an award, illest vocalist
I'll come wack when ll loses the hat
Better yet, catch me wit feds when jordan grows dreds
I own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega-phones
Loud, be me or beat king shamiq, and do it to the crowd
I throw bucks under daly like chuck
Always focused, evidence yo here's a notice
Of eviction, time to leave the premises
This albums is incredible, less are arch-nemesis
I feel better cuz i spoke my peace
Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece
Chorus 5x
My lyric-als unparall-el
You couldn't even catch a line if i called you on your chip
(sup？)
＊ring＊ in your ear, crisp and clear
This nigga defari's marvelous like chinese new year
Occasions, leavin brains battered, bruised, and blazin
A statesman, in the sun, herut the l.a. shogun
Show some, show many, that lyrics are plated for
I'm here to last in the late night, more longer than arsenio
Defari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff
So many niggas claim that they focused, but that's a fuckin
bluff
Or a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye
I'm in tune wit this shit, like when the birds fly
It's not enough to be focused just in the mind
Like the locust, i swarm physically plus mentally
Which means compeletely, i connect wit the drums
There's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for
fun
Chorus 4x
We straight serious in this
Focused daily
We straight serious in this
'when i rock straight kids rejoice'
Focused daily
＊cut and scratched＊ 'when i rock straight kids rejoice' 'defari'
(6x)
3.Never Lose Touch
Intro：
Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands together,
And help me welcome to the stage
All the way live from los angeles, california.. defari!
Verse 1：
Never lose touch never lose sight
Never lose sight of my moms who gave me the birth right
I fight for righteousness that's what i feel in my heart
You wickedness you infidel you was weak from the start
And i part your brain like moses parted the sea
Come walk with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
And by then i move on to new dimension
Defari stack your advance plus prepare pension
Find my nitch don't glitch for the popular
This beat is ill it give me that paparazzi feel that opera
Classical beatdown verbally
Like ultramagnetic i make sure that you heard of me
The record spins at 33 and a third r.p.m.s
The shinin' star win and drop another gem
Hook：
Never lose touch never lose sight
Never lose sight of my moms who gave me the birth right
I never lose touch never lose sight
Never lose sight of my will to ill and get the crowd hype
Verse 2：
Murderous beady snares and bass kicks
Evidence we from the mental we keeps it basic
Complex with simplisity to the utmost
These comedians on the mic yo yo i think they better let it go
Cause this flow is strictly ammo
Microphones are not for these niggas who don't have no
Skill
Yet in still they insist they only do if for fun
Fuck that
Feel the gun from my burning tongue
Lightening bolts from my throat
Electrify through these jokes i burn holes
And tare frames shread all papers with birth names
Wack mcs can't exists no way up in the pro game
Not me man
Caliber that a scavenger couldn't even bite
With food, water and adequate light
A piece of paper to write, a pen
And right when he begin
Defari comes smashing in
Hook
Verse 3：
Everyday is a regiment on a quest to blow settlements
False prophets come to my door selling false testaments
I get calls on the phone 'no he's not home'
Collectors and soliciters please leave me the fuck alone
Yo i come in this country you always owe that
Two steps forward three steps backward type flow
That's got to go
Defari got a hot show
Trademark of my crew
Live liquid pro
Special mc will ability
Beyond what the eye can see heru spiritually
Pure divinity
Manifest physically
Rain lyrics cause it's cloudy and windy nothing prevent me
＞from banging' heads in canada, philly
La, new york, out to italy
My peoples feelin' me that's what counts the most
We keep it tight and do it right
We come up and then we toast
Hook
Scratching-
'lyrics are gold plus steel for the raw deal' - defari 'big up'
4.Keep It On The Rise
I got the funky-feel like b-real
Franklins are my favorite bills
No hands, my favorite type of windmills
Only now and then do i drink champagne
Like i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea
You glamorous rappers are too sweet
Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep
I'd rather listen to some brant green
Authentic, not like you, got real meaning
I'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies
You know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey
You's a phony, i heard your single
Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs
Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag
You know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift
You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot
Word up, i don't front
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want
(what you need)
Here, don't fear peep this
Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
Skilled technician, rhythmous technique
Advanced speak, i put mics in condition
The streets always like hard beats
That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats
My star fleet, likwit family
You sorry, like that game from milton-bradley
Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama
I've never been the one for the jerry springer drama
Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor
This rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker
Linebacker, wit hits that hit like lt
Watch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury
What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear
For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare
Chorus 4x
(see what you need)
When it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang
Word to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang
Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon
This is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier
I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year
'aiyyo enough's enough'
Aiyyo herut's been long overdue
But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes
of you
Yo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater
Just a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, live show flower
Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower
Chorus 4x
'aiyyo enough's enough'
Word up, i don't front
I give you what you want, what you need
(i give you want you want)
(i don't front) (what you need)
5.Lowlands Anthem Pt. 1
The burning sands of the lowlands
'the l dot a dot'
-tash of tha alkaholiks 'hip hop drunkies'
Yo you don't know man？
'the l dot a dot'
Yo you don't know man？ (x2)
Verse 1：
Give thanks that's what i say when i wake
Another day in l.a. feel the sun bake
I holla at scott he knows about the spot
At the beach dockweiler nigga straight box
I call up swift let him know about the shit
Call up will
He got the henessy on chill
I'm with doncril he on deck with santrel
Rollin' bleezy like terry mcmillian wait to exhale
My nigga will stay off stocka
Some city got hot bitches but on crenshaw it's hotta
＞from bad ass bitches to cold ass impalas
Vasea special with two glasses for twenty dollars
It's hella hot we pull up to dockweiler
The scene is so lovely it makes me wanna holla
Hook：
The burning sands of the lowlands
Where sisters is bad man
And brothers fear no man
Yo you don't know man？ (x2)
Verse 2：
Summertime 7：30 time for sunsets
Sometimes i go and park with my queen and get lit
Watch the sun cascade over the ocean
Thoughts about how the likwit gonna put it all in motion
Sometimes i sit and watch and see dolphins
Defari alumni
From pac 10 like kenny lofton
Never soft stay healthy avoid coughs
In l.a. we buy houses fuck apartments and lofts
Yo my cold flow straight wild west professional
California green from the trees down to the vegetables
Wack mcs are also edible
After six figures where i'm trying to see my decimal
Pointland, cash in hand
I'm on my way to see phil in the cressant heights lowland
Hook (x4)
Verse 3：
Flex the skills see this broad with a baby strill
Ass poppin out no doubt man i got's to kill
Like grant hill i play with cool moves
See niggas out here we ain't loud we straight smooth
And don't mistakes fool for being chump
Cause l.a. is the wrong place if you think niggas won't thump
In a flash
Sunshine, cars, bitches and cash
Six foot rippers, chron blends with hash
We classic like that t.v. show m.a.s.h.
With bitches way badder than that broad stacey dash
No jokin' that's word to brother deep dish spokin'
Down the boulevard pint in hand straight smokin'
No chokin', and no it's not brown that's word to oakland
One time sees us stoppin' for bitches and keeps rollin'
Hook
6.Bionic
'lock shit down'- raekwon
Verse 1：
Six million is what it cost them
To put back together that cat steve austin
Now defari gets bionic
Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics
I'm fiber optic crystal clear with my projection
Wack mcs get cloths lined when they walk across my intersection
They need protection
Some guidance some right direction
A job center with with an application for a new profession
Never settle for nothing' less
I blaze contests
And set shops for pay days
In strange ways life twists and turn
Word to gangstarr in this business skrilla hard to earn
I format attack new knack technique
Speak with a passion on wax and tape and cd
Mad niggas front for paper
And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader
All i know is how to rock shit
They say the hotter the mc the hotter the spot get
'lock shit down'
Hook：
It's the coming
Of the bionic
Defari here to
'lock shit down' (x3)
Verse 2：
See i got books of lyrics on deck like tash
Pocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin' slash
Seater and hash
Pro tour in the masters
Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like sampres
Handle this
Make you believe like an evangelist (what？)
That real mcs are coming to reclaim los angeles
And heres are standing chance
To finally get my time to shine
In the golden state like sprewell out the hatch
'lock lock'
This heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut
Like heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots
Pause
Freeze
My steez rolls like es, v12s, trees and seven seas
If you didn't know champ
Defari heru is a lowland brother
From the likwit camp
Hook
Verse 3：
Wack mcs get damaged like civil eyes to savage
Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages
They can't handle this los angeles
Relentless pressure
Full court measure for measure
I'm like piteno a game plan gambino
Where every verse starts with defense first like a casino
Every minute every hour i use brain power
For mr. space shuttle challenger i devour
A tower like eiffel
Bust off verses like rifles
Bust all bullets through flesh unless you're wearing a vest
And even then i still enter
The human form of a splinter
The summer fall spring winter
'lock lock'
Likwit crew member
Champion contender
Holy like the month of december
The raw prototype member
Hook
7.Likwit Connection
'but it's a herut-likwit crew connection'(sample) 2x
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit crew out the west
And we shine time after time writting lyri-gets
On freshly buffed and waxed marble steps
Defari got a stlye that's iller than tourrettes
Make you switch, make a bitch get undressed
Make people in the club wanna dance chest to chest
Bruised falcon, strive for perfection like malcolm
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, i stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha liks
'the world's' 'but it's a herut-likwit crew connection'
Yo, talk a big game, play a big game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil da agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, crescent heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in the same night
Work ethic, proper etiquette, the better shit
I want my gold plaque for this shit
Soon as the stores get it (you get it)
Focused daily, likwit activity
Phil da agony causing you total tragedy
My chest is burning from the hennesy rock
Yo i live to see the enemy drop
The safety night got kennedy shot
It's political, the way i smash down is pitiful
Situation critical, barely breathin in a hospital
Dead meat, we give it like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
I'm talking monday through sunday
Models walkin up and down the runway
I take a lethal role in the gunplay
To finish wit flyin colors, tha alkaholik brothers
Connected, respect it, ain't no choice but to love us
It's not, east to west, i want the whole world behind me
I got niggas in l.a. sayin 'fuck guiliani'
I'm hella-cocky on the mic, i fuck it up on jeep beats
So while you rockin to this beat, the beat is rockin to me
Foul-mouth catashtrophe, i knock heads since '93
So when you come across my style, it's like you smacked into a
tree
I turn the heat up in this bitch, i make the women strip fast
So no matter what you do you can't fuck wit big tash
I came to kick your ass, quick fast, not to house you
I want your homies saying 'tash smacked the shit out you'
Smoke something, drink something, eat lyrics that twist
This that shit that's on your baby momma's christmas list
？so balls？ amount to this, no matter what y'all niggas name is
You're not as famous, as the likwit entertainers
'the world's famous' but it's a herut-likwit crew connection
(2x)
It's the likwit coalition, start the mission
We gonna turn this into a tradition
My b-boy stance is updated, i feel like we made it
Even though we underrated
Yo, it's to the ro, act a fool over flow
I got the uncanny ability to cold rock a show
I got fired from my job cuz i was late to my shift
Cuz i was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a mc if he can't flow
Up next is e-swift and my name is j-ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit such and such
You can still get touched, by the likwit bumrush
Better train hard before you face me
You better off fightin royce gracey
To get me out that ass you gotta mace me
I make mcs wanna tap out, before i blow they back out
Likwit niggas winnin every bout
Rippin mcs like cheap jeans
Fuck your dj and your mainstream production team
And if you sleepin on us, then sweet dreams
Cuz when you ain't lookin we be bookin mad shows makin cream
My profession is killin studio sessions wit no question (what's
that)
It's the likwit crew connection
'the world's famous' 'but it's a herut-likwit crew connection'
(7x)
8.Yes Indeed
Talking：
E：hey defari, what's goin' down man？
D：hey yo what's up e-swift
E：ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man
Sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck
Everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man
D： man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many
Confusing images
E： i know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man
They forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about
To let them know, right now
The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes
Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes
It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'
Like hundred dollar bills that i chill for cool storin'
Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage
Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein
Uh, make you clench ya' teeth
Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week
Hard beats, e-swift magnifique for the streets
And defari herut, true lyrically complete
This (singing) perfect combination
Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations
Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights
And just when you think that it's over we regenerate
Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable
Steady watch these card table emcees fold
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
＊scratches＊ i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore
(repeat)
The skills i posess are never less than real
My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel
My niggas know how i feels (what？)
Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on technic wheels
They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down
I say 'don't worry baby, i'm ready for another round'
Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink
Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync
With every raw-deal beat
A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets
The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test
I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
＊scratches＊ i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(repeat)
E： that's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,
Know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats
Man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today
Is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,
Man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that
D： it ain't over
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst
In the form of a verse i'll rehearse
Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries
Fuckin' with the d-to the-e-f-a-da-r-iced
Rimmy-type star be at the bar
I recollect, then i french connect with grand moniar
Or moniet, this nigga herut from la
City of the golden state, land of the sunny days
Too many niggas actin' funny ways
Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change
They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry
Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography
Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled
I roll with the black john mcclane and blast full throttle
With a bottle of hen i worldwind
Defari in this with fitness until the very end
And even then i'll begin again
A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
＊scratches＊ i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(repeat 3x)
＊scratches mixed with chorus till fade＊
9.Killing Spree
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a. you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashin down the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you fuckin pro？
On the low the other night i caught your wack-ass stage show
Oh.. boy, you're just a bore
But you tell everybody that you're like busta
And you got 'rhymes galore'
Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin？
Got the nerve to call yourself an mc, man you be frontin
I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh
Go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar
Of yourself, get a hold
Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely doper, when no one knew you
I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly
Constantly murder wack mc
I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline i'd ignite it, with my lighter..
.. boom! you combust, cause you disgust me
Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on three's company
You walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you
Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too
They sing along cause my song bumps
On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to playa
hate
(what？) you're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate
Lyrically, when compared to me, i know your style is fake
Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than hyundai
Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy
Make up your mind guy, now you're the mr. get high guy
If you ever step to me you'll think french because you're fuckin
fried
In the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks
You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this
Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw
Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote
But i wrote rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix shows i got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight？
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
Who's to say these brothers from l.a.
Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a special way？
I say okay, let's get paid
Let's put this money on putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade
Use, gatorade to refuel
Electrolytes after i ignite this mic too
Yo what's my name？ defari herut
By the way since you been askin all these questions
Who the hell are you？
I seen your kind before, no lie
A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador
You can't fool the divine sun rule
Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the likwit crew
Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line
After the show it's at the towers on sunset and vine
Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin henny
Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was denny's
10.These Dreams
Aiyyo put one in the air for the ancestors, y'know？
Cause without them, there'd be no us, that's real
There's something on my mind.. everyday, all the time
It's the legacy, y'know？ generations, of black people
Now bust this..
Aiyyo i think about this government, three strikes capital
punishment
Enslaved my peoples for four hun-d-red
Yeah, plus some
Often dream of goin back in time and givin slaves guns {＊buk!＊}
So they can watch the master run
Watch them devil try to get away then clap his back with the
shotgun
I got one, let's cut his head off
Let's take it to harriet tubman, show her that we ready to set
it off
She get nat turner, nat go get sojourner
Sojourner send a messanger for touissant l'overture
Through the underground railroad, we go
Through the dark to the edge of forrest to meet with denmark
Vessey, you know he got soldiers ready
Ready to kill like lions, in the serengeti
So like a stampede we rush the plantation
Settin fire to everything, burn them down like cremation
No hesitation, free up the black nation
Kill them devils take his ships and head back for the mainland
The game plan, yet and still it's just a dream
I never forget, in my mind it never leave, aiyyo
I never forget, in my mind it never leave
These dreams, filled with days of slavery
Never forget, in my mind it never leave
These dreams, filled with days of slavery
Yo, aiyyo jamie was a slave
Every baby she'd have the master would take away
She never seen one long enough to give a name
Everytime the master would rape, jamie'd feel ashamed
She was only fourteen
Violated, used and abused, far from a queen
I met jamie in a dream
I gave her a brand new m-16 with two magazines
I told her next time he come around
Act like you want him, get him to lay down
Make sure that he take off his clothing
After that i want you to fill him up, full of bullet holes
Release the whole clip, set trip on that motherfucker
Tell him that's for disrespectin you and your mother
Your grandmother, your great-grandmother
Your brother your father, in the land they call the mother
Next thing you do is round up all the rest
Stay together and shoot your way to freedom, god bless, aiyyo
Aiyyo, i got dj babu in the house
From the world famous, beat junkies
Aiyyo, yo babs how you feel about this？
And this goes out to all the ancestors
Especially to my grandmother (？？)
The foundation, rest in peace
Love you grandma
11.Juggle Me(For The Dj's)
Ay man, you call yourself a dj？
(whassup baby whassup baby？)
Ay what's this you got in your hands, cd's？
(oh fo' sho' baby, stop and go baby)
Ay you got any records man？
(nah, no turntables baby, cd's only)
No turntables？!
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who stay blunted
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who never fronted
I know i can can, like the pointer sisters
Hot commodity item, like porno pictures
Use what i choose and don't play to lose
For people who diss hip-hop, i got a short fuse
But irregardless what they think, what you want
Jungle drums full of bass for your trunk to pure funk
Raw lyrics spice it up like cayenne
Never on me or my skills do i be lyin
But steady fryin your brain with tight beats
Open your eyes, now you might see
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who stay blunted
Runnin 'til the well runs dry
E-swift never run out of beats, no need to answer why
(that's right) and that means we're infinite
And when you're infinite -- you're never limited
And word up, ain't nobody could hold me
All star in the mix tape league, i average 40
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who stay blunted
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who stay blunted
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who stay blunted
Juggle me, i'm best friends with technic
1200's, and dj's who never fronted
Don't let the enemy get too close
Strike first, strike hard, then we ou-tro we ghost
Send the message that we're not to be touched or played with
Intentional foul is straight flagrant
Respect me and respect due
It's all good, we can party down and drink mad brew
(uh-huh) and just because you had a few
Took a picture or two, yo you're still not likwit crew
(uh-uhh) peace to cottonmouth lou
I'm here to do my do, mr. defari herut
Rhymes shine like the diamonds from the deepest mines of africa
I'm like your high tech cameras
Amazing to all those who watch
I rock a g-shock watch, half moon, and classic reeboks
The golden days, let it rain
Let the technic 1200 spin, let the music play
All eyes on the dj
Aiyyo i stay just west off the four-oh-five freeway
Feel free, use some leeway (uhh)
Run this again, make this your instant replay
We gets down, hot cuts, hot mix
I wants millions to know about me like chopsticks
The necessity..
.. is that i always keep a new mixtape baby, right next to me
Or within near proximity
Cause anywhere i hear hard beats is my vicinity
Lyrically i do surgery
You can go to germany, and ask if they heard of me
And b-boys won't hesitate to commentate
Blaze overseas and the states with this release date
Aiyy man (yo whassup money？)
Ay get up off the ground man (oh man, what happened？)
I didn't mean to hit you like that man i'm sorry
(it's cool though)
Ay man have you learned a lesson？
(yeah man, i gotta go back to the lab and learn how to be a real
dj)
Real dj..
12.Thunder ＆ Lightning
'not havin it'
'my lightning my thunder'
It does not end
'not havin it' 'my lightning my thunder'
'not hav--'
Xzibit (lightning) defari (come on) 'not havin it'
'my lightning my thunder' 'not havin it' 'my lightning my
thunder'
Look what the wind blew in, a wild west storm
In the form of thunder and lightning
Xzibit be the thunder, defari be the lightning
Crack a shark's teeth when he be bitin
These fakers can't stand it to sell they bandit
Wit silver-tipped lyrics i shoot across the holy planet
Your favorite's janet, i'm bangin hits that's hard like granite
Surprising these critics cuz that's the way i planned it
Your brain i scanned it, and analyzed your weakness
You're not creative, niggas like you we call leeches (say what)
(that brother teaches, yep) don't make no big deal of it
I just knows i don't half-step
The after high noon moonshine saloon
That's where you find a table reserved for x and herut
＞from alaska to the mellanys
Don't give a fuck where you look, they feelin likwit emcees
'not havin it'
Xzibit's da thunder, defari's da lightning (4x)
Y'all niggas speakin out of anger and ignorance
But xzibit got the diligence
Defari sparkin joints in the ligiments
Kill-afornia b-boys who search and destroy missions
Bring the heat to raise the temperature in hell's kitchen
Don't get too relaxed and find yourself missin, listen
Shot caller from a whole new position, relieve the tension
Break bread wit my brothers
All the bitches we fuck be hangin out wit one another
And associate my good times wit hennesy straight
Can you relate, or is your heart filled wit hate？
We makin history, get your cameras and roll the tape
Document the moves y'all niggas refuse to make
How many fools do it take for me to shut down
To realize likwit niggas ain't fuckin around
Feel the shakin underground sound will never provoke
We automatically swing hard and aim for the throat, mothafuckers
Chorus 4x
The ice age couldn't stop me from writin a page
Of lyrical rage to be taken out on stage
Then my frustrations slice emcess wit vocal blades
No dough, no show, no doubt gots to get paid
You listen to the horses ＊horse sounds＊
It make these wack emcees wanna quit and go take college courses
And get a higher sense of learning
Clappin off ？vermin？, bust his spine and be the iodine that's
burnin
Put your gun down boy, you get beat like your father did
Debo style, snap your limbs like a crocodile
Nasty, wicked, and wild and ready for the confrontation
You tryin to deliver but runnin into complications
Of course, the work horse, the main source
Either come in quietly or be taken by force
40 dayz ＆ 40 nightz brought the thunder ＆ lightning
Let's both burn sudden and have a clash of the titans
Chorus 4x
13.405 Friday's
Aiyyo i think it's time i let 'em know how i gets down
(what's that？) how we do what we do
From where we from.. (what y'all do？)
I hit the freeway on a friday, the highway
Feelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade
Could that be sade' in the next lane？
I see her through my windowpane, i wonder if she knows that cat
dwayne
Johnson, nah probably not
I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot
I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what？)
Trees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit
It's time to mount up, tonight another show
Gotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals
We're never amateur, pure like lightning
Whether on stage, or holdin the page writin
Or freestylin, on radio frequencies
Los ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (？？)
'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's
Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(？)
'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's
Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(？)
Aiyyo i'm nice with the ball like paul pierce
Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce
Ahh, to each his own so i choose to maintain
Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots
I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless
Broads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this
Hundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively
Plus put in work 'between the sheets' like ron isley
At the bar, herut the cognac star
Ice courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars
I'm smooth and ready like telly savales
Likwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers
I wanna fly the world, like (？？)
Flies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez
I pitch heat, lyrically
Over rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream
See where i dwells, it's all about skills
This mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels
And freak new release with 1200 technics
Every week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique
Wilkins, yo evidence we sound killin
Many rippertons word to etchin lab on my building
Yo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga
Barbershop flex, time to collect figures
Yo (.. likwit crew ..) me and you
We like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the
state
Almighty (？), whom of allah blesses me upon
We straight keep keep keep it on
14.Checkstand 3
15.No Clue
Chocolate tye intro：
Yeah yeah we about to bring it to yo ass. heru.
chop shop shop what？
Defari：
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
Chocolate tye：
Yo yo the lyrical dentist the menace
Fuck up more by the minute
Leave the scene grinnin'
Defari got you spinnin'
Money lavish
Defari：
Doin' damage
So many below average
Not from dallas but i roll with plenty of mavericks
Chocolate tye：
See bad habits leave you empty handed
Stranded and i can't have it
Wack mcs take this shit for granted and
Defari：
And ya lose get bruised when you come through
Chocolate tye：
Puffin' blunts twistin' brews but still don't have a clue
Of what this amounts to
Strictly fam rip the program
Defari：
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
Chocolate tye：
So what
Ya wanna 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'
Hook： (x4)
And ya loose get bruised when you come through
Puffin' blunts twistin' brews and still don't have a clue
Defari：
Defari heru pure as twenty four karat
Black ______ like______ 28th the barracks
The rare kid, rare style
Up rock flare style
Chocolate tye：
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 ？
Defari：
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 wanna face off？
You treble with the bass off
Chocolate tye：
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
Defari：
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
Chocolate tye：
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
Defari：
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
Chocolate tye：
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
Hook
16.Gems
'how did this bullshit happen？
Explain to me. how did this bullshit happen？' (2x)
'i despise a duck mc on the mic' -＞ defari 'big up'
Verse 1：
Rhymes and gems i run tracks like ben johnson
Dick vytel said my style was awesome
P.t.p. mc
Prime time precisely
Word to brothers i get isely
And voyage to atlantis black sea world of panthers
Where bothers don't question they answer
Mathematically with lyrics of strategy
The goal is to remedy the world of these wack mcs
Exactly, defari lyrical athlete
Find me in the final heat of the olympic track meet
For mcs
This kid he's not the average
I'm on the rise son like my name was backstage laminate
I got a cabinet of members all who posses spectacular vernacular
Blazing through contenders
I remember when hip hop was genuine
When gimmicks were limited
Mcs were magnificent
Shows were omnipotent
The crowd was all feelin' it
If a kid had skills on stage yo he'd reveal it
But nowadays mad mcs need lessons in stage presence
Instead of claimin' they represent
While i enterprise, maintain, stay awake and wise
What you hear is what you get
No lies no disguise
Hook： (x4)
'how did this bullshit happen？
Explain to me. how did this bullshit happen？'
'rhymes and gems'
'i despise a duck mc on the mic'
Verse 2：
I like the milk i like the lactate
I like the milk type cords over a phat ass drum break
With skill my mind spins like windmills
For mc creeps i got noun and verb fills and brain pills
I combine dentistry with crainiology
Stacks of facts not mythology
So when i catch wreck to enterprise the land of the sunset
How much run should one don get？
I say plenty
That's word to penny hardaway
Hip hop is an arena and every show is like game day
On sunday or monday
Whatever day i play at a professional level
Here, in l.a.
And that's a raw fact no fiction in this guy
The essence of a pharaoh d to the e fari
The only weapon i brandish is my vernacular
Defari the tackler
Duck mc capturer
Hook
Verse 3：
Word to the barbershop mcs i got the remedies for enemies
Who possess flimsies
Concepts i bomb step to detonate
A vocal explosion as big as a tidal wave
See i'm that kid that you know that you never even heard about
Defari heru will soon spread by word of mouth
Through every ghetto street, backstreet and phat jeep
I enterprise the west combine with strength plus finesse (now
how we go？)
I 'm blessed by allah almighty
Teaching class daily plus i'm writtin' rhymes nightly
Mad mcs be lyin' everyday
They be them same kids who drink pop off instead of bombay
Saffire
The day will come when they expire
Retire or get sliced by this lyrical barb wire
They admire
While i wire a fax to my everyday contacts
Plans to make my cash triple stack
Hook
Outro：
Thank you and good night.
17.People's Choice
Intro：
It's going down around town what？ likwit likwit. uh.
'no doubt'
'knock 'em out the box'-slick rick 'children's story'
Verse 1：
Don't underestimate the reach
Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach
Defari, work for likwit organize
Dodger hats and snowboard shades
Camouflage my eyes
Hustle to survive
The less mican man stands grand
And work with two twenty five
This here's the second smash
The album, the third
The trilogy will be heard from toronto to pittsburgh
Yo ev do we got retail in afghanistan
(man i don't know but i know we got japan)
Uh ha, word up we all over the states man
Doin' this
For the mcs and the djs
The vertebrae
Without the b-boys
Hip hop wouldn't be here to this very day
And that's my word we tryin' to blow like the hiddenburg
Swerve legalize dope in the form of vinyl
This ain't the final or the last blast kid
I'm throwin' heat on the map (what？) for the underground massive
Hook：
'no doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off'
-krs-one 'the
Mc'
(x3)
Verse 2：
See lyrically shit is gettin' drastic
A lot of niggas flock tryin' to be new instead of classic
Like an aztec
Praise the jaguar
Like the fact that the sun shines at the biggest star
Bigger than mike jackson or michael jordan
So many candyland mcs are boring
See we be touring ？ and ？ (what？)
Creepin' up in the shower on bitches like anthony perkins (ha)
Defari
Lurkin' in the ranks
I'm tryin' to be like that brother ant and stack mad banks
Plus give thanks and praise
For each day i'm able to raise
And see that foggy haze
Comin' off the coast of the pacific
We stretch to the atlantic my crew is likwit
Hook
Verse 3：
Yo fuck the pennies give me the silver dollars
The smooth scholar working hard straight blue collar
Appreciate wealth so i do for myself
First collaborate with live niggas and divide the purse
The well rehearsed mc
Defari heru
I crack the glass blackboard mcs so i can see through i do my
dew
Do my thang
Hip hop is my love supreme
That's word to john coletrane
This cat dwayne
Rollin' down the diamond lane
Travel by train, bus, boat, car or airplane
To different venues with our names on the fliers
Likwit niggas known to get ship poppin' and get it on fire
I'm extra swift like my man eric brooks
I keep an eye out for crooks
Who contemplate rapin' my notebooks
Some cut fast but they don't' cut faster
Then the kutmaster kurt
When i work
I'm climbin' ladders
Hook
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