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Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka
Heltah Skeltah Lyrics


Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)

Ay Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba
One on the set man I cut you like lumber
Still play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear
Make all you motherfuckers wonder where
I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan
I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man
Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props

A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send MC's to me in squads of three say
Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be
See him in action as he transform, that man's me
Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home
Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones
Phone home or return like Jedi
I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye

Me nah like
Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light
You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight
And six feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally resting in peace you felt relief
Now big up to all my true heads in the East
Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat
You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)
Like that (like that)

I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive
Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping
Cause herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking
I scold you, double headed sword for the petty
But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready
Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are
Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred

Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew
It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two
Rushing through, three on three you can't see we
Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight
Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp
Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance
Bigger triggers falling down
Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)

A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino
Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino
(We're 3 amigos)
Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?
(A prime time NBC TV show)

Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready
Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty
(Shit'll get heavy)
Back up, retreat, now surrender
My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender

Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center
Like Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter

O.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup
Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up
Punks in back stand petro, go get yo'
Pepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go

Get set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo

Everybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more
Have evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor
With that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water
Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters
To take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight
You don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite
Our click foundation stays thick through the war
I'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door

It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees
Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)
Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector

So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two
Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these
Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle
Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael

So how many corny MC g'wan try
When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July

Nobody (why?)
Cos everybody gets bodies my brother
I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber

Step to the stage set the microphone on fire
Your desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer
(Live like wires), beast from the East who is he
When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)
Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)

Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: B. POWELL, D. YATES, J. BUSH, J. MCNAIR, P. HENDRICKS, S. PRICE

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Joe Szulborski

I could be off on a few
Heltah skeltah operation lockdown
Channel live mad izm
Tribe 1nce again
Sadat x lump lump
Smoothe da hustler broken language
Nas if i ruled the world
Mobb deep drop a gem o em
Keith murray this that shit
Red and meth how high



shakespeare Spence

1:12

"And six feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally resting in piece you felt relief
Now BIG up to all my true heads in the East"

Top Dog's fantastic wordplay and flow diversity are G.O.A.T level listening material. Also inspecting them closely is JUST as rewarding- if not more-
when you uncover the gems.

At first those bars are a gangster's death threats- which contrast with the diction, which is softly spoken. (euphemisms of a well-bred person). "Sleep" instead of death/murder. "felt relief" instead of "being smothered by death's cold hand/snuffed out etc. Ended with a shout-out to fellow street soldiers of the east coast. (Check where TD was born).

Then you realize how dope it sounds. You rewind it. The flow is ill. It's familiar.
Notorious BIG. Long kiss goodnight.

Open the new tab. 32 seconds into the song.

"I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you lose teeth like lil Ceese.."

TD's verse is both a threat and an ode to the king.

BIG lies 6 feet underground.
BIG no longer has to live in such a dark world.
Ended with a shout-out to the hip hop fans of the east coast.
Simultaneously incorporating the moniker of a legend.

I love rap.



All comments from YouTube:

ImSedated

It's 2019 and we still rockin' this joint.

Hisham ELGabry

2020 septembah, time stamp here and shytttt rokkin hard, rap in paradise price

Mon T

@thomasthorpe1994 1996

Дмитрий Лосик

2020 тут ,сучка

Rocketman Lewis

2020 September bro🔥🔥👊🏿

IPhukked Urmom

Lyrics make the music, the beat obviously backs up the singer. <~All genre. +Exceptions, like (-)

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yaboivybez

i wish i could have this year back, nothing like 96

sidney Gwaltney

buck shoot shorty put them on

sidney Gwaltney

that my shit

Joe Szulborski

I could be off on a few
Heltah skeltah operation lockdown
Channel live mad izm
Tribe 1nce again
Sadat x lump lump
Smoothe da hustler broken language
Nas if i ruled the world
Mobb deep drop a gem o em
Keith murray this that shit
Red and meth how high

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