Live from the PJ's

One two, one two, one two, one two
So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up?
I said let the turntables talk for me at first
And then I should finish the rest
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what’s poppin' and shit
Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side
Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggas
Throw bleachin'
Aiyo, aiyo, what’s poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V’s
Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds
Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone!
Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it’s time to leave
Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks
And you know, I can’t iron man garments, without the stars, just
Double park, give me ten minutes or less
I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess
«If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage»
It’s the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets
And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef
Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse
All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try’nna floss
Say no more, let’s motivate Trife, throw on your poker face
Spin around the block one time, so we can scope the place
Yeah, it’s lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful
Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorful
We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one’s and two’s
No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools
And the grill’s just cookin' up chicken and steak
And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate
Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight
Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo!
Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, peelin' your face off
Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm
Shots follow the target, I ain’t gon chase ya’ll
Swinging aluminum bats, that’s not for baseball
It’s humor, the way ya’ll makin' me laugh
I’m like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash
The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass
And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast
A million crabs in a barrel, try’nna make they splash
Break away fast, nice brother’s finish in last
It don’t, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast
To handle your ass, front and I’mma take your stash
And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits
This kid is a trendsetter, ya’ll just misfits
Black Thought, I’ve been better, ya’ll just forgettin' shit
Now it’s a life or death predicament
I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' shit
Then spit game’s just ridiculous, ya’ll muthafuckas insignificant
I’m three fifty seven, magnificent
Stay playin', where them bad bitches is, you feelin' me man?
You know they finna', lift the semi automatic ban
They finna have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man
They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan
Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then
Them trick cops even jump out vans, and leave you
Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin’s stance
You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands
That kick back, cuz, you and your mans’ll get zapped
Just keep, thinkin' my peoples are people to toy with
I cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin' it
Cuz that’s my pleasure, that’s the people’s enjoyment
Gangsta’s holla at me, if you seekin' employment