No Guest List - Def Squad

[ Keith Murray ] 
Yo  hey yo  I step out the shell like a black pearl 
But come to destroy you of all worlds 
I eat you inside out like stress 
The best  I never lose a rhyme contest 
While troublesome black rolls flows 
Bleed internal external like a bloody nose 
Props grow like crops 
Desert boot Clarks wit no socks 
Parking space killer stay out my lot 
You hear my voice  you see my face  you know my name 
I take it out your ass and charge it to the game 
I battle with words, go to war with ideas 
You defeat me never in a million years 
The factor of the rapture 
Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured 
They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought 
But then you got caught up in my final thought 
Nigga 

Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled) 

[ Redman ] 
Yo, yo, yo, yo 
I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse 
You the tightest motha fucka let me find out 
When I pull mines out 
I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House 
Give you static like your mixer got the ground out 
Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch 
Im down south wit Outkast wit pounds out 
Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth 
You know E and Keith when we brawl 
I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall 
And overall, on yall a protocal 
My style is Kabal, finish him 
For the Benjamins 
Fools call me the Grinch 
Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth 
While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot 
When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch 

Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight 

[ Erick Sermon ] 
Yo, yo 
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