The Fab 5, Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C. - Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Pt. 2 (Radio) lyrics
[The Fab 5, Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C. - Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Pt. 2 Radio lyrics]
Starang Wondah: Aight rock: Aww
Starang Wondah: Fab 5 mad live
Rock: Just to remind you we have a
Song right here called "Leflaur
Leflah Eshkoshka"
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah fab 5 running next
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(Big Rock set it on regular beats, call SWAT)
Yes, yes, y’all
(Yes, y’all) , OGC, Ruck and Rock, AKA
The Fab 5
Flip from here to Fort Knox report a
Monsta on the loose, consider it danger
Unfamiliar but he never makes mistakes
So call him the perfect stranger
Raw energy from where? Nobody knows whether
Head or gut
You croak call every swing a body-blow
MP eliminator
Trained in ass-beating bring your
Whole squad to test me
And I’ll still be cheating understand
I got the upper hand
(Hand) more than a man, spare me your drama
Scar on my face, but I yanked only Madonna
But, I come strapped with my
Mental sharper than Ginsus, on down
To temples meant to bend you
With a MAC-10 too
D Train from Seth Low PJ’s, uh oh! These days
You nondescript rappers get ran through
Like freeways we say
You say monotony, slay all of the clichés
So get your back broke up in
Three ways the OGC way
You must be hearing stupidly because you
Lost inside direction
OGC, Fab 5 don’t leave home
Without protection all you
Mouth-murderers (What?) , put a silence on that lip
Da Storm is so thick
We be sinking your battleships
I thought you knew
(I thought you knew) There’s a dead
Man list on the rise
And your name marks Numba Three
On the black hand side, you can’t
Hide (Nah) from the OG, the Big Kahuna
The nutriment drinker drinking from
Vermont to Wyona, so just big it up
(Big it up) to all, my Monsta buck your crew
Mad live like the Fab
And I’m here to show and prove
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(I be Starang, I do my thing and knock you
Out your shoes and socks)
Here comes the
Thunder, the Originoo Ay Caramba, Starang
Wondah from the under knock, knock
Is he there?
The brother with the frizzy hair who
Roar like a grizzly bear
We don’t give a "Wiggy, Wigg" You front
We knock your silly hair
Sounds on your stereo peep my scenario
Gets mine in Dah Shinin’
Check "Sound Bwoy Bureill"
Coming like a hurri’
It’s the S at his best it’s the
Trigger when I pull it
Then the bullets through your vest
Yes, yes, I maintain focus on your dopest
Emcee and blast whoever ass gets the closest
Now notice a Fab 5 poet, and you owe it to
Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba One
There’s more forward (Who is it?)
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(Heads ain’t ready for the Clik we got)
I don’t know what’s going on sean
Drop bombs when I smoke
Several sacks of traum’ bomb like Viet
We’re at war with fools who choose to
Fuck with Ruck that’s when
I come through, duke, and bruise you
Who do you think you are? Bruise, batter
Scar
Mascara to mask marks like Mardi Gras duck
My sick
You could never step to Sean flipping
Out on punks and chumps
Since Decepticons to get
Beyond my line of scrimmage
You risk a hearse, clown
I birth rounds on people who try
To get a first down
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot, Strang
Louieville, D-O-G, Ruck to the Rock, hah
Who, um
Split's ya, hit's ya, gets up in ya, nigga?
Messing with these? Please, chief
You must come bigger
Gunn Two, Ruck through heads likkle
Guess who? Playtime for those few fools
Toy ‘em like Playschool
Which breaks like E, Achy Breaky Heart
Hotel one shake of the structure
The whole shit fell
Shebang, crazy like Ringling
Brothers through Barnum & Bailey Circus
I’m flipping
My lid wicked, half-sane Crooklyn kids
With a bid from down under, run ya
It’s ‘Ville Sluggah
These days, weak crews had best run for cover
(Run for cover, bwoy, hah)
Yes, yes, y’all
(Yes, y’all) , stay tuned for the upcoming
Eps, y’all
(Eps, y’all) nocturnal and Da Storm coming
Next, y’all
(Next, y’all) boot Camp lay copycats
To rest, y’all (Rest, y’all) , so guard
Your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Starang Wondah: Fab 5 mad live
Rock: Just to remind you we have a
Song right here called "Leflaur
Leflah Eshkoshka"
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah fab 5 running next
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(Big Rock set it on regular beats, call SWAT)
Yes, yes, y’all
(Yes, y’all) , OGC, Ruck and Rock, AKA
The Fab 5
Flip from here to Fort Knox report a
Monsta on the loose, consider it danger
Unfamiliar but he never makes mistakes
So call him the perfect stranger
Raw energy from where? Nobody knows whether
Head or gut
You croak call every swing a body-blow
MP eliminator
Trained in ass-beating bring your
Whole squad to test me
And I’ll still be cheating understand
I got the upper hand
(Hand) more than a man, spare me your drama
Scar on my face, but I yanked only Madonna
But, I come strapped with my
Mental sharper than Ginsus, on down
To temples meant to bend you
With a MAC-10 too
D Train from Seth Low PJ’s, uh oh! These days
You nondescript rappers get ran through
Like freeways we say
You say monotony, slay all of the clichés
So get your back broke up in
Three ways the OGC way
You must be hearing stupidly because you
Lost inside direction
OGC, Fab 5 don’t leave home
Without protection all you
Mouth-murderers (What?) , put a silence on that lip
Da Storm is so thick
We be sinking your battleships
I thought you knew
(I thought you knew) There’s a dead
Man list on the rise
And your name marks Numba Three
On the black hand side, you can’t
Hide (Nah) from the OG, the Big Kahuna
The nutriment drinker drinking from
Vermont to Wyona, so just big it up
(Big it up) to all, my Monsta buck your crew
Mad live like the Fab
And I’m here to show and prove
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(I be Starang, I do my thing and knock you
Out your shoes and socks)
Here comes the
Thunder, the Originoo Ay Caramba, Starang
Wondah from the under knock, knock
Is he there?
The brother with the frizzy hair who
Roar like a grizzly bear
We don’t give a "Wiggy, Wigg" You front
We knock your silly hair
Sounds on your stereo peep my scenario
Gets mine in Dah Shinin’
Check "Sound Bwoy Bureill"
Coming like a hurri’
It’s the S at his best it’s the
Trigger when I pull it
Then the bullets through your vest
Yes, yes, I maintain focus on your dopest
Emcee and blast whoever ass gets the closest
Now notice a Fab 5 poet, and you owe it to
Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba One
There’s more forward (Who is it?)
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(Heads ain’t ready for the Clik we got)
I don’t know what’s going on sean
Drop bombs when I smoke
Several sacks of traum’ bomb like Viet
We’re at war with fools who choose to
Fuck with Ruck that’s when
I come through, duke, and bruise you
Who do you think you are? Bruise, batter
Scar
Mascara to mask marks like Mardi Gras duck
My sick
You could never step to Sean flipping
Out on punks and chumps
Since Decepticons to get
Beyond my line of scrimmage
You risk a hearse, clown
I birth rounds on people who try
To get a first down
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot, Strang
Louieville, D-O-G, Ruck to the Rock, hah
Who, um
Split's ya, hit's ya, gets up in ya, nigga?
Messing with these? Please, chief
You must come bigger
Gunn Two, Ruck through heads likkle
Guess who? Playtime for those few fools
Toy ‘em like Playschool
Which breaks like E, Achy Breaky Heart
Hotel one shake of the structure
The whole shit fell
Shebang, crazy like Ringling
Brothers through Barnum & Bailey Circus
I’m flipping
My lid wicked, half-sane Crooklyn kids
With a bid from down under, run ya
It’s ‘Ville Sluggah
These days, weak crews had best run for cover
(Run for cover, bwoy, hah)
Yes, yes, y’all
(Yes, y’all) , stay tuned for the upcoming
Eps, y’all
(Eps, y’all) nocturnal and Da Storm coming
Next, y’all
(Next, y’all) boot Camp lay copycats
To rest, y’all (Rest, y’all) , so guard
Your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)