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Bringin', bringin'

Bringin' what's terra n ya era

Bringin' what's terra n ya era

Bringin' what's, what's terra n ya era

Bringin' what's, what's terra n ya era

Bringin' what's, what's terra n ya era

Watch your step

You looking in the mouth of madness, skilled out since I had this

I'm talking 'bout nothing but pure D badness

My acceleration is compatible to a bima

My pockets looking greener, from the funky cold Medina

Don't tell me 'bout the things that you done did 'cause I done did it

Don't tell me 'bout the skins that you done hit, 'cause I done hit it

And once I rock these, with a style that's cock these

Good God! I get the crowd together like knock knees

Now, I don't act hard, I just mack hard

Baggin' video looking honeys with the big back yard

Yes lord, girls I'm gamin' leaving the microphone flamin'

Throwing up hip-hop signs 'cause that's the set that I be claimin'

Guerilla warfare's for those who love to pull your card

Grimies from Fort Green to Malcolm X Boulevard

Now, if that's what you're hoping then it's the wrong things you're scopin'

I may not rap 'bout slittin' no throats but trust me kid I'll get you open

Bringin' what's terra

Bringin' what's terra

Bringin' what's, what's, what's terra

Bringin' what's, what's terra n ya era (here it comes)

Here comes a taste of the rawness, like you never saw this

Once I grip the cordless, my victory is flawless

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