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