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  • "Comin' For Datazz"

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"

    [Guru]
    I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
    Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied
    Try me, and you'll descend into your end
    Never thought it could be you well think again my friend
    My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes
    You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake
    I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day
    You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away
    Just behave and be a good son -- or else
    I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns
    I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn
    Herb ******z are assed out, y'all get tooken
    or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican
    I swing ******, yes I'm crankin
    Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new
    Pumped to put some lead in your crew
    A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's
    not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning
    But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash
    Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"

    Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;
    puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black?
    I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess
    Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest
    but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback
    And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback
    I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched
    Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped
    But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector
    Paint a logo with your blood so you ******z remember
    the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical
    The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go
    head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last
    You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"

    I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me
    Jealous of a ****** just because he's on TV
    You know the video shows that you be watchin
    Call up and request so you can see it more often
    My persona sheds more light than a nova
    Cause ******z are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over
    And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead
    You might get dead, ****** around like you do
    Pursue the knowledge that's available
    Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you
    Gonna dissect your brain for a minute
    Look at your puny ass world and what's in it
    Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin
    I figured by now that you've come up with somethin
    But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth
    Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I ******ne?
    Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first
    I kick more facts than paperbacks for research
    and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin
    The huge ****** look on your face reveals the sucker
    inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the
    jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son
    Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom
    Never be able to touch GangStarr
    True indeed, I believe in takin my words far
    Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass
    And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"
    [DJ Premier cuts n scratches]
  • "Comin' For Datazz"

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"

    [Guru]
    I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
    Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied
    Try me, and you'll descend into your end
    Never thought it could be you well think again my friend
    My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes
    You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake
    I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day
    You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away
    Just behave and be a good son -- or else
    I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns
    I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn
    Herb ******z are assed out, y'all get tooken
    or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican
    I swing ******, yes I'm crankin
    Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new
    Pumped to put some lead in your crew
    A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's
    not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning
    But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash
    Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"

    Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;
    puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black?
    I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess
    Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest
    but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback
    And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback
    I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched
    Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped
    But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector
    Paint a logo with your blood so you ******z remember
    the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical
    The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go
    head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last
    You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"

    I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me
    Jealous of a ****** just because he's on TV
    You know the video shows that you be watchin
    Call up and request so you can see it more often
    My persona sheds more light than a nova
    Cause ******z are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over
    And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead
    You might get dead, ****** around like you do
    Pursue the knowledge that's available
    Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you
    Gonna dissect your brain for a minute
    Look at your puny ass world and what's in it
    Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin
    I figured by now that you've come up with somethin
    But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth
    Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I ******ne?
    Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first
    I kick more facts than paperbacks for research
    and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin
    The huge ****** look on your face reveals the sucker
    inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the
    jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son
    Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom
    Never be able to touch GangStarr
    True indeed, I believe in takin my words far
    Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass
    And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz

    [Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come"
    [DJ Premier cuts n scratches]