Open Fire - Intellectual

[Intro]

Whoop Whoop

[Verse 1: Redman]

Funky dilemmas, destroy MC's by process of elimi-

Nation, ghetto lingo breaks your inner

Mind, body, got me sold like Huaraches

Fuck tracks up the ass, make beats walk knock-kneed

The funk dwella in your cellar, no one's wetter

Pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Hefner

I played you wit my nasal style I'm able

To rock two turntables for old sake like Sweet Sable

Now who's on the deals, I'll make you feel the real

I kill at will wit nine shots in your window shield

Or mill, so feel the gust of wind

I must've been born with ten of my dusted friends (Ahhh)

I get up in you like Keith Murray

Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry, in a hurry

Make competition leave early, smokin the lala

Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire

[Bridge]

(Redman's in the area

Erick Sermon's in the area

Keith Murray's in the area)

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]

Is this mic on word up

I swarm like helicopters

After robbers, at banks gettin dollars

The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat

Blazin hot, like a bullet from somebody gettin shot

Where there's a drum, there's a beat

And where there's guns, there's a street

This option allows me to bake my opponents wit degrees

From here to overseas

Clowns in my mix and don't know my flava

It's the same reason why I threw away my Skypager

Magnificent, givin rappers, death certificates

With fly intricate flows by the loads

Y'all come out the hype description of this

One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list

No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe

And broke it out like a rash, who? (who? who?)

So who do I be? The E the D, O-U-B the L to the E

Get your blunt leafs and fire it up

Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!

MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier, yeah

(The one and only Philly Blunt king)

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]

Word is bond the lyrical lexicon gets it on like a moron

I break your little itty bitty style down to ions

My rap style has many many mixtures

Of murderous poetry and deadly lectures and pictures

Matter fact my rap style is self-scdallion

Meaning your brain can't be defined in the words I be using when I be rhymin

Now you can shake the whole world back and forth

Bring your roughest rapper, and I bet you blood he'd cough

My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence

Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit

I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery

And God forbid I bring Reggie, P.P.P. and the L.O.D

I love beatin you in the head with this

Make you wanna run off and go get a psychotherapist analyst

(He's way nicer) than you false pretenders

The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember

Def Squad