Correction Lyrics Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Pt. 2 (Radio) by Sean Price

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The Fab 5 - “Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Pt. 2”

Starang Wondah: Aight
Rock: Aww
Starang Wondah: Fab 5 mad live
Rock: Just to remind you we have a song right here called “Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka”

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Fab 5 running next

Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(Big Rock set it on regular beats, call SWAT)

Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all), O.G.C., Ruck and Rock, AKA
The Fab 5, flip from here to Fort Knox.  Report a
Monsta on the loose, consider it danger
Unfamiliar but he never makes mistakes, so call him the perfect stranger
Raw energy from where?  Nobody knows.  Whether
Head or gut, you croak—call every swing a body-blow
M.P. eliminator, trained in ass-beating.  Bring your
Whole squad to test me, and I’ll still be cheating.  Understand
I got the upper hand (Hand).  More than a man, spare me your drama
Scar on my face, but I yanked only Madonna
But I come strapped with my mental sharper than Ginsus, on down
To temples meant to bend you with a MAC-10 too
D-Train from Seth Low PJ’s, uh oh!  These days
You nondescript rappers get ran through like freeways.  We say
You say monotony, slay all of the clichés
So get your back broke up in three ways the O.G.C. way

You must
Be hearing stupidly because you lost inside direction
O.G.C., Fab 5 don’t leave home without protection.  All you
Mouth-murderers (What?), put a silence on that lip
Da Storm is so thick, we be sinking your battleships—I thought you knew
(I thought you knew) There’s a dead-man list on the rise
And your name marks Numba Three on the black-hand side, you can’t
Hide (Nah) from the O.G., the Big Kahuna
The nutriment drinker drinking from Vermont to Wyona, so just
Big it up (Big it up) to all, my Monsta buck your crew
Mad live like the Fab, and I’m here to show and prove

Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot (I be Starang)
(I do my thing and knock you out your shoes and socks)

Here comes the
Thunder, the Originoo Ay Caramba, Starang
Wondah from the under.  Knock, knock, is he there?
The brother with the frizzy hair who roar like a grizzly bear
We don’t give a “Wiggy, Wigg.”  You front, we knock your silly hair
Sounds on your stereo.  Peep my scenario
Gets mine in Dah Shinin’—check “Sound Bwoy Bureill”
Coming like a hurri’, it’s the S at his best.  It’s the
Trigger when I pull it, then the bullets through your vest
Yes, yes, I maintain focus on your dopest
Emcee and blast whoever ass gets the closest
Now notice a Fab 5 poet, and you owe it to
Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba One, there’s more forward (Who is it?)

Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
(Heads ain’t ready for the Clik we got)

I
Don’t know what’s going on.  Sean
Drop bombs when I smoke several sacks of traum’
Bomb like Viet, we’re at war with fools who choose to
f**k with Ruck—that’s when I come through, duke, and bruise you
Who do you think you are?  Bruise, batter, scar
Mascara to mask marks like Mardi Gras.  Duck
My sick, you could never step to Sean.  Flipping
Out on punks and chumps since Decepticons.  To get
Beyond my line of scrimmage, you risk a hearse, clown
I birth rounds on people who try to get a first down
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot, Strang
Louieville, D-O-G, Ruck to the Rock, hah

Who, um
Splits ya, hits ya, gets up in ya, n***a?
Messing with these?  Please, chief, you must come bigger
Gunn Two, Ruck through.  Heads likkle, guess who?
Playtime for those few fools, toy ‘em like Playschool
Which breaks like E, Achy Breaky Heart
Hotel—one shake of the structure, the whole sh*t fell
Shebang, crazy like Ringling
Brothers through Barnum &amp; Bailey Circus, I’m flipping
My lid.  Wicked, half-sane Crooklyn kids
With a bid from down under, run ya, it’s ‘Ville Sluggah
These days, weak crews had best run for cover (Run for cover, bwoy, hah)

Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all), stay tuned for the upcoming
Eps, y’all (Eps, y’all).  Nocturnal and Da Storm coming
Next, y’all (Next, y’all).  Boot Camp lay copycats
To rest, y’all (Rest, y’all), so guard your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)

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