PMD - Mega Fresh X lyrics

[Intro: Kool DJ Red Alert] Ok we gonna straighten this sh** out right now ok! Hey I go by the name of the Kool the DJ Red Alert! OK!!!!!!!!! I got a mean lineup I got my man Cormega, Parrish Smith, Grand Puba, KRS-One, and the Big Daddy Kane!!! And it's goin down like thiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse 1: Cormega] If you could dream it, you could be it I once idolized a few guys I superseded As you near, you hear Anita Baker playin in my BM Indeed, I'm from the era of Patrick Ewing Adidas The game turned public housing to areans Bummy dudes move packs so they could buy j**els and sneakers Money grew, some adapted, others would become distracted Smokin woolies, openin they packs like Pookie I'm a fiend of hip-hop, my rap is cinematic The beat is the plot, I'm breed as a clock G's like R-P, believe it or not Prestige is an illusion That it lose you, and you not hot.. You know how I do My j**els so colorful, my daughter don't gotta watch cartoons Dudes watch my moves, like Lebron fresh out of high school My electrifyin sk**s unrivaled [Verse 2: Parrish Smith from EPMD] I'm an all star baby pa, Alot of dudes is lost in the rap game chasin life of the rap star Not P, I paid my dues while you hate and snooze P always come correct no singin the blues Hip Hop's my life, P already paid the price Give me the mic and the vocal booth and y'all could keep the ice And I still run on the young ones like Jerry Rice And if you can't see in the dark then homey turn on the lights And if a s**er don't like P, the feelin is mutual Tune my rhyme into a RPM then shift to neutral Every move is crucial, catch PMD comin through the hood In the new SUV, with the chrome shoes From the L.I.E. TO QB It's Mega and P two of the nicest reppin N.Y.C Parrish Smith you know me well from EPMD So You Gots To Chill cause n***as can't f** me [Verse 3: Grand Puba] Uh, you know I got the shine when it's time to get mine Pop that a** with a cla**ic-a** line (uh!) You try to step to me, I'm worse than landmines Twist yo' spine like spiral book rhymes You wanna do this, you must be out yo' mind Pop shut it down, so I'm one of a kind Get mine, fall back and recline If you look up, BAD MUH'fu*kER and that's me you gon' find Grand Puba, I can never s** That's like tryin to ride around with single-digit rim on the Caddy truck Me in this addin up, all it equals Is another hot joint that I spit wit my peoples So, you know the deal, real recognize real So throw yo' hands up, let me know how you feelS Cause it's on now (it's on now), stack paper, like a green mile Official authentic is Grand Puba style [Verse 4: KRS-One] Here we go KRS in the spot When I spit it you can see that I am fresh they are not This that other type of lyric when you hear it you stop KRS and Cormega now that's some real hip hop I'm glad to see these MC's comin up after me Runnin up after me, doin it how it has to be This that new sh** but it's old This that hot sh** but it's cold Three, four, five clips when we roll Boom boom bop bip when you fold B-R-O-N-X PAY THE TOLL They standin next to the flesh I'm next to the soul My history is too complex whenever it's told One of a kind breakin the mold Refine in the mind rebuilt in the soul Health, love and awareness and wealth now that's the goal Pa** the pole of the microphone that you hold I model my role with my pocket so swole Don't have to be told twice, KRS and Cormega, yo them cats too nice (HA!!!) Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang!!!! When it comes to lyrics yo them cats can't hang Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang KRS And Cormega!!!!! [Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane] Aiyyo, back up and let a real Don through To show you who this motherf**in spot belong to So many talkin like there's somethin that they wan' do sh**, y'all n***as couldn't find the heart with John Q I'm here to warn you, just might show off because I could really "clap" and make the lights go off My Enterprise like Microsoft, the sweat and blood'll cool Make cheddar double through, plus I'm ghetto lovable Scheme to win by any means within sh**, a n***a this here thorough won't be seen again Cause when my, team is in and I got green to spend Or I'mma hold the fort down just like supreme di-vine Got you stuck behind enemy lines, the whole vicinity's mine And he decline, n***a give me a sign And you don't want ventilation all up out your house Then treat my name like spoiled food, keep it out yo' mouth - n***a! [Outro: Kool DJ Red Alert] And there you have it, everybody! Big up to everybody all across the border that understand REAL Hip Hop REAL sk**s, REAL lyrics I go by the name the Kool the DJ Red Alert Hey - we ain't goin a GODDAMN place! Hey, you must think we goin somewhere Hey, you must be out yo' goddamn MIND AND YA PUNK, TOO! And for all you b**hes, thank you for nothin Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!