Jam Master Jay - Under the Sun lyrics

Intro: Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Verse One: All of that fuss was as my raps crushed n***as to slush I bust rhymes to Ice like Just I spark thoughts, I get Biz to go off and Smoke rappers, who can't blow up July 4th Jam, it runs in the fam when I slam Shaq-Attack, I Ja-pan like Ro-dan I rip sets and wreck and get lifted like a gym set Hit the deck, I get more milk than Wheat Chex Who am I? Joe Sinistr, come on down now Ron but I G, when I rock like Me Phi Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will I'm sh** hot, I drop like s** in my 'plex I'm in deep some say it's similar to Loch Ness When I draw with my funk n***as from the Yard They hit em hard, so EN GUARDE!! Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples... Verse Two: The Big Bang, my dick hangs like Klu Klux I'm too much, I rap sick like... n***as with the lupus I got wears to the gears looka here I got more sk**s than, Cheers have beers I shoot bop pops, we call his cough drops It's Tojo, some say I'm more evil than the walla I start fume, my rap packs more than carpools I crack heads, like the Dead when they spark fools Cough in the record, nasty foul like Patti Austin Wanna be startin, I lose more kids than the Orphan-G from straight up like, if you want beef I socks punks and wreck it from the jump like fair beats Beats, instant replay I got Flavor like the Units who led, Mr. DJ Who split the loose ends, Off and On like Trendz My rap bends, my god, kids, how I accent!! Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Verse Three: Hellelllell yeahhh I get, more Fresh than Bel-Air My rap triggers, that pack more n***as then welfare I got Speech, a-aight, I hit the temple I rock chrome Some say I'm not home like Mr. Wendal My nine's gonna bring you more drama than Tawana My rap blasts'll run through more track than Jack Horner Joe struck the puff, more Mighty than the Duck To get props, when I Wreck Shop like A-Plus Cos that's how I feel, I'm real, let's not deal But I shoot em up, to slang on pop steals I kick diction, I'm more hot than Hell's Kitchen Gates, The Man Without Face like Mel Gibson Weed fair, hit the Phillies lit I rap like a grip So rough, I gets it up for that chilly b**h My style rips reals, here's the deal Get out or, get k**ed like a f**in soldier in Israel b*tch!! Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun (Repeat to end)