DJ HONDA

DJ HONDA - We Run Shit lyrics

DJ Honda come at you ("Untouchable")

In the blaze whirlwind of fire, at your desire

At your dispense, you, to whip out the untensils of Gravediggaz ("We Run

Shit")

Comin' at you live, one, DJ Honda, one ("Untouchable")

Get 'em, get' me

Stealth bomber, shattered ya armor, dot commer

In New York, I don't be Karen like Donna

Rap piranha, smoke that ass like marijuana

Got more drama than E.M.S. street trauma

Universal soul swingin' swords, sing in the wars

In the underground level, no wonder I'm a rebel

Carry my tape in the place, hot metal in ya face

Gravedigga, put a nigga in the crate

I be the, Judge like Judy, brown fist of fury

Flows super sue me, get hung like a jury

Analyze the poetry, who will ya household

item in the ghetto like, "fuck the popostry"

Tony, T.I., bitch, mind ya B.I.

All see why I can't be denied

My place, two thousand status, the baddest on the mic

Grab a rabist in the battle like, fight like Cassius

Clay figures are shattered, my raps that'll splatter

Spray matter, I leave, it won't scatter at the venue

Can't defeat Grym, you weak, for all the men

Who tried, die, pressure I apply

Acute sciencitis, I rhyme the tighest

A king like Midas, rock go' gold the finest

Build like a carpenter type, when I sharpen this mic

I bring light and be bombin' like Christ

"We run shit!"

"We run shit!"

"Untouchable"

"We run shit!"

"We run shit!"

"Untouchable"

"Keepin' ya niggas in perspective"

Paralyzin' traits are great, hit crates, collect stake

Smash across ya back wit the whip

Nigga surrounded like the false pretender

Sugar coated niggas get checked off their agenda

Air Space One, why phony niggas like to talk?

Gravediggaz, Honda, lookin' for drama

The deadliest act, deadly as pack, commence attack

The whole fuckin' airwaves gettin' jacked

Contact Honda, each flounder count money to launder

Streets tight as anaconda, Grym spit a verse in the killa hurse

Watch a nigga work underground wit the Gravedigga dirt sound gritty

Witty, raw, ready for war, no pity, like doin' a tour in New York City

A year ago today doctor's gave me, three months to live

I survived for this hip hop shit!

Shots of novacain, I'm enough to bring

Still I reign, obtain, critical fame

I hunt, niggas that front, cuz niggas is chumps

Blowin' this shit, left in the bottomless pit

Rarer than rare, one wit the atmosphere

Now ya evoid, strenghtly on a mission to destroy

The tedius proposition: paratroop recruits

Bat then swoops, iron palm box the booth

Walk on air, break it there, flash fear

Cuz cats better beware, ya three strikes there

Phelonious monk, I do it all month

We fourth down, give the ball to Honda to punt

Faster blunt, the junkie, niggas feelin' lucky

Another drop, why another truck, he stop

The overthug player hatin', the hype material type

That flash wit the blindin' light, that out of sight

Overdrive til the brother's survive, touch through the unknown

What I rule on the golden throne, Gravediggaz, what?

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