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[Hush] Yo, yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees. Which one do you be? Count em I met a Redman in Camp Lo named Mic Geronimo He'd Busta Rhyme anywhere, he was always on the go He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village In a city Motown that was run by Mike Millich Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass's corridor Who had a Crucial Conflict with this man next door On a Rampage, against this kung fu gang Sensei Master P, of Shaolin's Wu-Tang He'd meditate with Cool J's, and phillies of Canibus Practicin the grain style, and the praying mantis Increased his Eye-Cue, studying the five V's And had more styles, than MJ has got G's, uhh One time, he was confronted And the neighboor told Da Sensai, he didn't want it The sensei asked him to choose his weapon The A-KRS, the Nine or the Mack 10 He chose a shotgun, since he was from Bucktown As he blast a Buckshot, the sensei, he Ducked Down Hit his Dogg's Nate Snoop and the Spice-One rack The sensei didn't even have a chance to blast back Eyes bloodshot and Puffy, and got up like Scarface (Pacino: "Say hello to my little friend") Lettin' off a Dirty Dozen, now it's a car chase Letras de cancionesGunfight now turns to a deadly car ride The sensei didn't see Da Brigade, on The Pharcyde Crashed his chevy, Kid Capri head on, was thrown 20 feet But he didn't bet on Being scooped by A Tribe Called Quest and cared for Until his wounds healed, he then declared war Called up Jay and A, who both drove a Z Already wanted, for Jayo Felonies And Missy Elliot, who also had a Case The judge will Punisher, for sprayin' illegal Mase A Misdemeanor, but the judge was Kurupt She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live They had some Peter Gunz, like the ones on True Lies And these two guys were snitches, all around town Kid who was Da Brat, and her sister Fox Brown With only a few G's, they met Nas at Escobar Alkaholiks all around, with Cristal and caviar Long Island Ice-T's, with only one Ice Cube They discussed the Kurtis Blow and spot up like intertubes They met some Geto Boys, who Run DMC Corporation and Dr. Dre, or was it EPMD, who said "Life is Too $hortwe gotta think fast?" Daz 'em with explosions, shots & tear gas Drink E-40's of 8-Ball with Little Ceasars Down 180 proof rum, with Bacardi Breezers Large Professor, who teaches class on Artifacts Had plans to invade the Timbaland, with rocketpacks They go in crewed up, over the Cypress Hill Outsidaz Mobb Deep, and everyone is just Chill A Hush on the scene, all you heard was the Click Organized Konfusion was Ultramagnetic A Lady of Rage, that was cursed with Voodu! Was stung by Cocoa B's, Outkast by Gurus A Goodie Mob of Lost Boyz Xzibit Mystikal Broken Bone, Thugs 'N Harmony is very critical Scalped lots of hair on The Roots of 40 Thevz Then write "Heltah Skeltah," in blood from injuries A Common sight, like Capone 'N Noreaga They bomb a fight, then sit alone with Garsha Vegas When it was over, one seemed to never fall He screamed out "Fade em all!" It was this kid named Jamal The sensai would Rakim, and his man Eric B Give him an Eminem, and made him bow to one knee This wasn't Bizarre, it was in his Nature So this would become the 37th Chamber It all started, over some Big Daddy Kane The sensei sold with Slick Rick's brother Dana Dane On east, Warren G's supposed to be uncut Chopped with baking soda, crews went Beatnuts And caused a Ruckus, against the Gang Starr Who tried to control DMX Blvd. It got back to Junior Mafia, who then got ill And caused a drug trade to come to stand stills See, in this industry, you can't have anarchy Cause everyone wants their name on the Biz Markee Yo, some are long gone, will the gunshots cease? Eazy E, 2Pac, and Biggie Smalls, rest in peace From Letras Mania