Yes, the name of this **** here is
Leflour Leflah Eshkoshka, the Fab 5

Yes, yes, y'all
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all
Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all
And check yo chest y'all

Ay curumba strang gun clappa number
One on tha set man, I cut ya like lumber
Still play the back in my thunder gear down to my underwear
Make all you mother***kers wonder where I come from

'Cuz mother***k Dapper Dan
I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand
Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props

Eh 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 or
Knots get blown like cordless slots and pay phones
Phone home or Return like Jedi
I bet I can without liegive yo' stupid *** a red eye

Me nah like
*****z who can't see p*** a little bit of light
You come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight
And 6 feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally restin' in peace you felt relief

Now big up to all my true headz in the east
Stalkin' the block not leavin' the house without they gat
You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my back
It's like dat

I control the m***es, wit' metaphors that's m***ive
Don't ask if the ***** Ruckest bash **** like C***ius
I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin'
'Cuz herbs jus be ****tin' off the words I be kickin'

I scold you, double headed swords for the petty
But I told you, ***** *****z that headz ain't ready
Now I mold you, back to the ***** that you are
***kin' wit' the ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred

Guess who, punk chump, your brain just blew
It's the original gun clappa two
Rushin' through, three on three you can't see we
'Cuz we stay tight and not many *****s wanna fight

So sneak in where a ***** in the cipher of the camp
Jus got amped so I took 'em out for a dance
Bigga triggas fallin' down
Like the bridges of London but ain't too many *****z runnin'

Yes, yes, y'all
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all
Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all
And check yo chest y'all

Aiyyo why, oh, why did I need Cappuccino
Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino
We 3 amigos, Sparsky and Dutch we bring mo'
Drama than what? A prime time NBC TV show

Headz don't know and damn sure ain't ready
*****s walk the streets wit' more Boop than Betty
****'ll get heavy back of the tree now surrender
My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender

Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center
Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter
O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from backup
Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up

Folks is p***ed now, petrol, go get dough
Pepto-Bismol before this ***** let go
He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk maybe true, 'cuz they doo-doo

Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin' no more
I've evidence on your click so y'all *****z hit the floor
With that mouth, murderin' you got that *** in hot water
Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters

To take away your stripe, you ***ked up tonight
You don't do right, you're gwan get dead to spite
Our click foundation stays thick through the war
I'm keepin' my eye out for infiltrators at the door

It's a shame how these MC's are wannabes
Front on these and get hung up like dungarees
Ease off selecta strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust ***es on whoever p***es through my sector

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

So how many corny MC's gwan try
When strang sets **** off like the 4th of July
Nobody why? 'cuz everybody gets bodies, my brother
I smother a ***** then ruck bounce like rubber

Step to tha stage, set the microphone on fire
Yo desires, they call me siah, 'cuz 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
O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all
Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all
And check yo chest y'all

Yes, yes, y'all
1 2 3 , rockin' Rappy be the best y'all
Fab 5 slam from east to west y'all
Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all
And check yo chest y'all