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DJ Honda - Kill The Noize (Feat. Problemz)

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Featuring Problemz]  
 BK representative Problemz  
 DJ Honda  
 "We don't play when it's time to slay"   Erick Sermon  
 "Kill the noise"   Parrish Smith  
 *DJ Honda cuts the samples as they repeat for 3 bars*  
 Check it  yo  
 Bench pressin rappers  be givin me extra strength like Excederin  
 But this veteran is better in this profession when I'm editin  
 competitors  steppin to my direction but I'm two steps  
 ahead a ya  my flow is non-stop like et cetera  
 et cetera, from beginning to end I begin to blend  
 And you gets no wins even if your stereo is on ten ten  
 Comin directly from BK representin on the love love  
 Makin shorties push up like Hurby Luv Bug  
 Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama  
 Cause when I register my armor they all pause like a comma  
 I'ma, bout ready to break this down and get more claps  
 than a shorty with crabs, givin up ass on the ave  
 I be the honorable, like Elijah Muhammad, Farrakhan  
 And all praises due when I run through tracks like a maraton  
 They call me Problemz, a.k.a. the Head Honcho  
 Liver than O.J. Simpson on the freeway in his white Bronco  
 Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test  
 One of the best in this profession that's no question I be reppin  
 "We don't play when it's time to slay" - Erick Sermon  
 "Kill the noise" - Parrish Smith  
 *DJ Honda cuts and scratches the samples for four bars*  
 Understand the Problemz is internationally ranked supreme  
 BK connection, when I be reppin that's no question  
 Deceased presidentials on my mentals at all times  
 Hop in the three and a quarter, hit the spot and cop four dimes  
 Raw rhymes enable me to live life luxurious and lavish  
 My vital infested with carats  
 Cabbage is the topic of discussion cousin  
 Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin  
 You wasn't, prepared nor aware caught you off guard  
 In actuality you barred, frontin like you hard  
 on my sixty inch screen, tellin lies to my vision  
 Frontin like you was in prison Dunn you know that shit is fiction  
 While I'm sittin on mill's, coppin a mansion in the Hills  
 Preferably in Beverlly collectin treasury consecutively  
 Inevitably the refugee with the recipe  
 Breakin these niggaz up like referees is my specialty  
 You know the four-eleven black strictly stacks on top of stacks  
 L-E-X three-double-ohs and Legend Ac's  
 Puttin the facts on wax, bout to blow like a sax  
 Problemz recognize now bring that back  
 "We don't play when it's time to slay" - Erick Sermon  
 "Kill the noise" - Parrish Smith  
 *DJ Honda again cutting and scratching four sections*  
 (Who the fuck are you?)  
 I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with shit don't tempt me  
 Cause I blow up spots like Ed Kozinsky this MC  
 tried to convince me that he was nice when he was wack  
 So he was forced to pay the price and got his ass Jack-ed like Dempsey  
 Left his motherfuckin pockets empty, cause his technique was flimsy  
 Pulled out on Son Duke, just like a Benz-y  
 Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent  
 Catch a couple of bodies do away with the evidence  
 Dem batty bwoy nah wanna come test me  
 Cause when a nigga like Problemz get busy I leave em Dizzy like  
 Gillespie  
 Comin directly, from the battlefields of BK with my armor  
 word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama cause this rhymer  
 cause trauma, hurry and dial nine-eleven for EMS  
 Bitch niggaz keep crampin my style like PMS  
 I Flex like Funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster  
 When I blast your ass like NASA you're be whinin like Patra  
 Who's the master...  
 *DJ Honda again, you know the drill*  
 *DJ Honda keeps gettin buck to the end