Broadcasting Live (Lord Finesse Remix)
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Yes, yes
International, Channel Live
Illegal Broadcasters
Bring it to your set
Set what? What? What?
The last dragon, I hit the fist first
You want a contest of Benny Boom
Your wiz best to be a nurse
'Cause she can sew up these stitches
While I get these riches
And run 'round town chasing these Puerto Rican bitches
Don't get me mad, I react like Bill Bix
Fuck politics, I revenge with brass knuckles and war sticks
A street vet, ready to rumble anytime
No chop physical shit
Expect that I retaliate with a rhyme
Who got the Buddha skill? It's Illa who the ville
Nothing but that black magic, so my voodoo will
Travel down your spine, loosen up your muscle
Wanna tussle, wrestle with an asshole like the hustle
With a samba, everybody pause like the comma
Rappers study this style like Shaolin or Shlama
With Buddha in my fist so why try me?
I'm not Dutch, you can't master my tai chi
I be the all I see and brain freaking, now speaking
Leave your heart beating like a gun preaching officer
Overseeing while I'm high-speeding, weed smoke breathing
I'm coming hard like situations black fleeing
Never weak in, strong like Samson
Seven locks it down like security codes got us branded
Too hard, pale face got me in a blind chase
Rat race with no space
So if you wanna add on, let's get high
Shine like the top of the pyramid's eye
DJ Cam, Channel Live never die
Illegal broadcasting live, realize, recognize
If you wanna add on, let's get high
Shine like the top of the pyramid's eye
DJ Cam, Channel Live never die
Illegal broadcasting live, realize, recognize
I bust, causing more damage than a gun
With hand skills that make Master Shaw run, run
Attack your ass like Vietnamese
With my black belt in street fighting at 360 degrees
You don't wanna fuck with this, arrogant
Ignorant niggas get beaten balled up like a pocket net
For them niggas that jumped me at Ant's crib, y'all don't know me
When I see you, touch your fucking shins like Tony
High key, new eyes, I rise 'cause of wisdom
Blood screen like my eye, I'm high off the ism
Look like Carvel, rappers be counting like Marvel
Or caught up in the fashion fakers going Margiel
The style goes around like a trend but always in
Metaphors, synonyms, get more pussy than Cleo Sims
Hey, hey, what the fuck you say?
Just chilling with DJ Cam, puffing on that Ray
I run through hell, never derail
In fact, I murderists on tracks like Tyler Ferguson's gat
Blacking out, blasting 'cause it could happen
Trapping pressure, but yuck, I opened up the government's letter
It said they were suckers trying to fuck us
I strictly roll dutches
The builders and destructors bring their ruckus 'til they die
Sun rise high like bricks in NY
That's why I keep my head to the sky
If you wanna add on, let's get high
Shine like the top of the pyramid's eye
DJ Cam, Channel Live never die
Illegal broadcasting live, realize, recognize
If you wanna add on, let's get high
Shine like the top of the pyramid's eye
DJ Cam, Channel Live never die
Illegal broadcasting live, realize, recognize
Realize, recognize
Channel Live
Realize, recognize
Realize, recognize
DJ Cam never think you're divine
No motherfuck Channel Live
Illegal Broadcasters
Benny Boom, T-Phon Collapses