Diamond D - Epilogue lyrics

Ey, yo, check this out
This is the epilogue of the LP!
You know what I mean? Word up, right!?
Round two for you and
Your motherfuckin' crew!
You know what time it is yeah
All you fake MCs you know the deal
I cut up your face and
Now you look like Seal, right!?

Now it's like this, it's like that!
On the track is the mack
Always dressed in black!
Keep a strap on my back in case
A nigga reacts
Like a child and get smacked from the
Front to the back like ping-pong!
You can't fuck with me, son
You're just a ding dong!
Know what to do? You need a crew?
You better bring some and


Everybody will laugh
When you fall on your black
Ass just like King Kong!
Bust a flow over bare essentials
Smack up an A&R if he fucks up my credentials
On the production tips, so don't lose grip
If your debt gets flipped at
The expense of a trip!
Fuck it! I got a crew dat sneaky
30 motherfuckers deep-drinkin' beers
Smokin' leaky leaky!
We get freaky when I'm sippin' the Mo'
Dough to front on a stunt
Like I'm pimpin' a hoe! But it ain't so
I just found the bitches that I pay right
I don't ask for much
Just some low top suede Nikes
And affection in my direction! Over
My erection goes protection! (Now)
You know the flav', son, it ain't no question
I spark up Ls and dim
The lights in my sessions!
You gotta see it as a fun thing! Come on
Son! I'll be havin' fuckin' orgys up in!
But there's one thing that I don't lack
If I pass you the L
Take two and pass it right back!
Double D, I ran the tab up in Bennigan‘s
Snuck out
Import some boom from the Dominicans!
The skin of men – the color of cinnamon!
Never in a pen, representin' for my niggas
And the women in the ghetto
So grab your stiletto!
Give a shout-out to Mixed Elements, Lonnie
Edo
G, Show-b-i-z, AG, Lord Finesse, Buckwild
The whole DITC
And we get the pc like my ex flame Reecy
Who got the yums out in DC!
A tough fella whose career is stellar
Never yell or I kick dirt on
Your feet like Lou Piniella!
My shit is hella raw, I flip the metaphors!
I like watchin' reruns of
"Baretta" or "Good Times", like Chic
My style is unique!
Your head, it gets split if you flip
So you better get real cause I
Steal shows with standing ovations! Gotta
Say peace to the Zulu Nation
And Bambaataa for Hip-Hop's creation!
I took goldenseal when I was on probation!
Whether you're Haitian, Boricua or Jamaican
Ain't no mistaken! The shit that I be
Makin' has awaken those who forsaken!
I laligaggin', take the drag of a
Indo, you know the flav'
I put an L out the window!
You can't front on the D-IA-M-O-N-D!
Come on
Need I say another motherfuckin' word?
Sometimes it be that way
I got my niggas locked down like the CIA!
(Hey) mira, vente, I'm hittin' like Clemente
For days
I'm settin' my ways like Kunta Kinte!
But, I entrap the individuals strap
Kick facts back to back over original tracks!
On every joint I prove a point
To make my shit sound clear! In your ear
You can hear the words that provoke fear
To a fool whose skills are lackin'
So get packin' a mack and many asses I'm
Smackin' outside of Glacken‘s!
Attackin' foes and them loud mouth hoes
Who swore F's and then stepped
After my last show! My cash flow is wicked
Don't mean that I trick on the next chick!
I bust a nut then I exit stage right
Never suffer from stage fright!
Girl, if your age is right
Maybe your page might lead to a
Sexual deed but don't speed!
Your lip might bleed if you
Knock over my weed! So heed my warning!
(Huh) A new day is dawnin'
Never forgot the poverty that I was born in!
But, I ain't mad, I just relax on my pad
And reminisce about the F's that I had!

Yeah, let it roll, my man Mark-lo!
Yeah, let it roll, K terroribul!
Yeah, let it roll, John Dough!
Uh, huh, like this for the 9750 IL!
Fuck around, I get your eye swell!