Lyrics

[Intro] ('tis fresh) La la la Lalalalalala Lala la la Lalalalalalala I said it's fresh La la la la Lalalalalala Lala la la Lalalalalalala [Verse 1] The universe is my guide so I follow Sit absorb upon the earnest and the gallo[?] Baby the ? Even ?? [?] because the world be gettin darker Weather is forecasted Rapper who get blasted With thunder & lightning And everything that's frightnin' To the essence 'till I give 'em more 8 million bessahs? They jealous overzealous This joint is for the fellas, and the chickens, and the BJ's Influential DJ's Spark this Set the fuckin' party like the NOS sys Spike the party, like Bacardi in the punch No front Hanging out in the ??? ..before there was pop up in the op shop Baby set the record Straight up hip-hop It's sad but true, y'all But everytime I speak..... Seems that ya fuckin style sounds weak I'm just trying to get the freak on Ya'll we goin on a week long And on and on and on 52 to be exact Ya know, I wrote the rhyme that broke the rapper's back I reign supreme devils ..?? 100% straight up Bronx royalty When situations boil We'll see who's really loyal Toil toil toil 2 4 7 3 6 5 Now that's all ya read But I'm in ya ear now The first time that ya cherry got burst Since ?? ........... ... evil lurks But only in the mind of the beholder Hooked up this beat with the mic. not with ? [Chorus] Who the hell are you? I am ID Da S E N S E da S E N S E Who the hell are you? I am ID Da S E N S E da S E N S E Who the hell are you? I am ID Da S E N S E da S E N S E Who the hell are you, who the hell are you I am ID Da S E N S E [Verse 2] The party's over here and if we over there then the party's over there Got no time to spare Lookin for da parties so I pack my own good vibes Says ?? microphones Now check it out ???? You ain't hot No matter how much gold ya got I got da diamonds, da diamond mines, da diamond eyes To the point where everything I do is fuckin' fly Now Crack vials They line da aisles where I'm from Brothers get wild so they grab guns I stagger one, with my lyrical machete Here's comes another one Are ya ready, are ya ready? 'till I Bob ya head ?? The scenari-ario is ?? Rumble from the Bronx Where the people are fresha Maintain under the pressure I mick the M-I-C up MC ?? Turn the heat up on every burner Brother while I free ya The ? of my people, ? feeble So everything I'm able to shake is rated LETHAL The MC's and DJ's trying to get L Flexin dolla bills but got no true skills No worry no power no fret and never doubt Collect the bounty like the brother Boba Fett then we out [Chorus] Who the hell are you? I am ID Da S E N S E da S E N S E Who the hell are you? I am ID Da S E N S E da S E N S E Who the hell are you? I am ID Da S E N S E da S E N S E Who the hell are you, who the hell are you I am ID Da S E N S E [Incomplete]