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i get rough - mikey d & the l.a. posse lyrics

boy this is the l.a. posse in effect you know what i’m saying, and we get rough!

i put holes in rappers who try to diss me
and i slap ugly girls who try to kiss me
any dj with the guts, to call quest soft
come to our jam so i can cut your hands off
a dj ain’t nothin’ if his blade is old
and a rapper ain’t sh-t if he ain’t got soul
if you ever wanna battle, i won’t refuse ya
bring your beatbox [?] and you better use it
l.a. the toughest sucker and [?]
in a jam with my clan i make the hip-hop stop
oj goes with me everywhere i go
and he makes a thousand dollars every [?] that he throws
so what gives you the idea that i’m gonna hide
if you got beef buddy we can step outside
when you see me raisin’ h-ll, don’t try to bluff
just throw your hands up, so i can get rough!

(scratching)

unfold your arms and tie your adidas
l.a. posse is back and we’re the new rap leaders
takin’ from the poor and sellin’ it to the rich
why is that y’all? (scratching)
i have to get mine so you can get yours so get to it
since you ain’t got, you wanna take mine, try to do it!
then you feel the fury of the hip-hop nut
keep it in the battle with johnny quest on the cut
not a new jack and i’m not an old timer
just a fresh rhyme prime-time ladder climber
makin’ my mark in the musical phase
when i hit the stage all ya hear is a raise
not a view from one a challenge from none
where am i from? “l.a. number one!”
merrick boulevard queens, a place that’s tough
now you know i’m [?] and that’s why i get rough

(scratching)

you didn’t hear me for awhile so you thought that i’drop
now that i made a comeback, all the talkin’ stopped
[?] and over the top i jumped
and you dis me? now you got your face chump
my posse’s takin’ over, am i right ya’ll? (right!)
we’re the kings of the street [?] the kings of the spotlight
[?] like the [?] of the [?]
being heard like the king of the jungle’s roar
people hear us one time, fiend for more
do we want the [?] step up the kid’s [?]
brooklyn is the place when i ain’t around here
i chill out with barry’s crew and [?]
go to the corners and mac, grab a mic and then wax
round up the posse and then proceed to tax
round up on someone and sn-tch all his stuff
and when the beat breaks out that’s when i get rough

(scratching)

i don’t wear a lot of gold and i don’t drive a car
my muscles ain’t large but my pockets are
people see me in the street and treat me just like a star
i don’t even have to practice for the seminar
cuz i’m too good for practice, so when [?]
i don’t break the mic, i break the stage apart
when i’m on the mic, quest is cuttin’
they don’t call me mikey d strictly for nothin’
i earned my name, the fame came with it
if you want it, i got it, but you gotta come get it
can you get it, forget it, no one here can deal with it
you should point your b-tt to a chair and sit it! (“down!”)
1987 and a star is born
now it’s time for me to break out, i gotta move on
i am imperial, pro material, forget the cookies eat mikey d cereal!

- mikey d the l a posse lyrics

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