R I P HYPER D MISS U VERY MUCH BIG UP Different Levels CRU TRUST ME NO ONE CAN BEAT HYPER NEVER EVER. Harry Shotta and all the new shitty mcs WACK MCS GO HOME STAY THERE AND LISTEN HYPER D TAPES AND LEARN HOW TO RUN A REAL SESSION AND PARTY
Hold on, wait a minute, When i'm on the microphone, get with it, In it to win it, Never forget it, I'm gonna take you outta limits, Styles come to my brain automatic, I set it come on set it, Kick it smash it through the ceilin', What me come fe do is kill it, I chant to any music any riddem I can ride it, With a gimmick, with the lyric, Now people can you feel it, And if you got the feelin' start revealin' reach the ceilin', And with the style, I'm feelin' the vibe, I'm tellin' you, get my meanin'? I'm gonna keep on grinnin' keep on jumpin' keep on smilin', And with the DJ mixin' MC chantin' bassline pumpin', I don't wanna see no yawnin' or no moanin' or no muggin', I don't wanna see no fightin' or no killin' or no shootin', And when you rave together, sleep together, stamp forever, I rave through any weather winter, autumn, spring, or summer, I don't wanna see no people goin' on like dumb and dumber, And so with the MC's time to come in with the manufacture.