Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Yes, the name of this shit here

Is Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

The Fab 5

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)

OGC, 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 yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)

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 you motherfuckers wonder where

I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan

I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man

Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot

Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props

A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K

Send MC's 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

Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones

Phone home or return like Jedi

I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye

Me nah lie

Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light

You come tes' 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 the house without they gat

You 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 nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius

I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping

Cos herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking

I scold you, double headed sword for the petty

But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready

Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are

Fucking 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 niggas wanna fight

Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp

Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance

Bigger triggers falling down

Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running

A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino

Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino

(We're 3 amigos)

Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?

(A prime time NBC TV show)

Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready

Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty

(Shit'll get heavy)

Back up, retreat, now surrender

My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender

Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center

Like Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter

O.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup

Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up

Punks in back stand petro, go get yo'

Pepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go

Get set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through

Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo

Everybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more

Have evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor

With that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water

Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters

To take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight

You don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite

Our click foundation stays thick through the war

I'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door

It's a shame how these MC's 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 niggas beat it and scream like Michael

So how many corny MC g'wan try

When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July

Nobody (why?)

Cos everybody gets bodies my brother

I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber

Step to the stage set the microphone on fire

Your desire, they call me sire cos 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