Correction Lyrics Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Remix (Radio) by Sean Price

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The Fab 5 - “Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka Remix”

Yes, hah, the name of this sh*t here is “Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka.”  The Fab 5

Ay caramba.  Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba
One on the set.  Man, I cut you like lumber
Still play the back in my thunder gear down to
My underwear, make all y’all motherf**kers wonder where
I come from, ‘cause motherf**k Dapper Dan
I’m a Gunn Clappa, fam, plus I run rappers, man
Fab 5 mad live, blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still “Gets Da Props”

Ayyo
Next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send emcees to me in squads of three, say
“Rockness Monsta, is he for real?  It can’t be”
See him in action as he transform, that man’s me
Enemies ain’t Kotter—ain’t no Welcome Back in my home-ah
Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones-ah
Phone home or Return like Jedi
I bet I can, without lye, give your stupid ass the red eye

Me nah
Like n***as who can’t see pass a likkle bit
Of light.  You come test the champions, ya gon’ die
Tonight, and six-feet deep is where you sleep
Eternally resting in peace, you felt relief
Now big-up to all my true heads in the East
Stalking the block, not leaving their house without their gat
You’re best to believe that Fab 5 got my back
(Got my back) Like that (Like that)

I control
The masses with metaphors that’s massive
Don’t ask if the n***a Ruck’ll bash sh*t like Cassius
I’m drastic when it comes to verbs, I be flipping
‘Cause herbs just be sh*tting off the words I be kicking
I scold you, double-headed sword for the petty
But I told you b*t*h n***as that heads ain’t ready
Now I’ll mold you back to the b*t*h that you are
f**king with the Ruckus, get bruised, battered, and scarred

Guess who?
Punk, chump, your brain just blew
It’s the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two
Rushing through.  Three-on-three, you can’t see we
‘Cause we stay tight and not too many n***as wanna fight
Some sneaker-wearing n***a in the cypher of the camp
Just got amped, and so I took him out for a dance
Bigger triggers falling down
Like the Bridges of London, but ain’t too many n***as running

Ayyo
Why, oh why, did I need cappuccino?
Scar on my face, but I’m not Al Pacino
(With three amigos) Sparksky and Dutch will bring mo’
Drama than what? (A primetime NBC TV show)
Heads don’t know and damn sure ain’t ready
n***as walk the streets with more Boop than Betty
(sh*t’ll get heavy) Back up, retreat, now surrender
My pine hits your mind, mix thoughts just like a blender

It’s a shame how these emcees are wannabees
Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (Please)
Ease off, selector.  Strangle wrecks ya
Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector
So what you gonna do when you’re stuck at thirty-two
Degrees?  Please get off your knees and follow these
Now swallow these buckshots from the rifle
Then I will make n***as “Beat It” and “Scream” like Michael
So how many corny emcees gwan try
When Strang sets sh*t off like the 4th of July?
Nobody (Why?) ‘cause everybody gets bodies, my brother
I smother a n***a, then the Ruck bounce like rubber
Step to the stage, set the microphone on fire
Your desire’s to call me “sire” ‘cause I’m flyer
(Live like wires) Beast from the East, who is he?
When I roar like a grizzly, they say, “Damn, he gets busy,” yo

Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all), O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be
The best, y’all (Best, y’all), Fab 5 slam from East
To West, y’all (West y’all), sound pound straight through your
Bubble vest, y’all (Vest, y’all), and check your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)
Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all), O. One, Two, Three, Ruck and Rock be
The best, y’all (Best, y’all), Fab 5 slam from East
To West, y’all (West y’all), sound pound straight through your
Bubble vest, y’all (Vest, y’all), and rocks your chest, y’all (Chest, y’all)

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