[Defari]
 
 I got the funky feel like B Real
 
 I put "all in your head up" [B Real] wit the pure raw skill
 
 Franklins are my favorite bills
 
 No hands my favorite type of windmills
 
 Only now and then do I drink champagne
 
 Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea
 
 You glamorous rappers are too sweet
 
 Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep
 
 I'd rather listen to some Brant Green
 
 Authentic, not like you, got real meaning
 
 I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
 
 You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
 
 You's a phony, I heard your single
 
 Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
 
 Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs
 
 Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag
 
 You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
 
 You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot
 
  
  [Chorus] 2x
 
 "Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat Joe]
 
 Word up, I don't front
 
 I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want
  
 
 [Defari]
 
 (What you need)
 
 Here, don't fear peep this
 
 Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
 
 Skilled technician, rhythmous technique
 
 Advanced speak, I put mics in condition
 
 The streets always like hard beats
 
 That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats
 
 My star fleet, Likwit family
 
 You Sorry, like that game from Milton-Bradley
 
 Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama
 
 I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
 
 Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor
 
 This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hacker
 
 Linebacker, wit hits that hit like LT
 
 Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury
 
 What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear
 
 For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare
  
 
 Chorus 4x
  
 
 [Defari]
 
 (See what you need)
 
 When it comes to real lyrics I know you can't hang
 
 Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali where niggas gangbang
 
 Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
 
 But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
 
 You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
 
 You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon
 
 This is Hard Earned dues, word to Guru and Premier
 
 I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year
 
 "Aiyyo enough's enough"
 
 Aiyyo Herut's been long overdue
 
 But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you
 
 Yo don't mistake them, I'm not no hater
 
 Just a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker
 
 A plees blower, live show flower
 
 Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower
  
 
 Chorus 4x
  
 
 "Aiyyo enough's enough"
 
 Word up, I don't front
 
 I give you what you want, what you need
 
 (I give you want you want)
 
 (I don't front) (What you need