Kill The Noize Lyrics

Featuring Problemz]

BK representative Problemz

DJ Honda

"We don't play when it's time to slay" Erick Sermon

"Kill the noise" Parrish Smith

*DJ Honda cuts the samples as they repeat for 3 bars*

Check it yo

Bench pressin rappers be givin me extra strength like Excederin

But this veteran is better in this profession when I'm editin

competitors steppin to my direction but I'm two steps

ahead a ya my flow is non-stop like et cetera

et cetera, from beginning to end I begin to blend

And you gets no wins even if your stereo is on ten ten

Comin directly from BK representin on the love love

Makin shorties push up like Hurby Luv Bug

Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama

Cause when I register my armor they all pause like a comma

I'ma, bout ready to break this down and get more claps

than a shorty with crabs, givin up ass on the ave

I be the honorable, like Elijah Muhammad, Farrakhan

And all praises due when I run through tracks like a maraton

They call me Problemz, a.k.a. the Head Honcho

Liver than O.J. Simpson on the freeway in his white Bronco

Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test

One of the best in this profession that's no question I be reppin

"We don't play when it's time to slay" - Erick Sermon

"Kill the noise" - Parrish Smith

*DJ Honda cuts and scratches the samples for four bars*

Understand the Problemz is internationally ranked supreme

BK connection, when I be reppin that's no question

Deceased presidentials on my mentals at all times

Hop in the three and a quarter, hit the spot and cop four dimes

Raw rhymes enable me to live life luxurious and lavish

My vital infested with carats

Cabbage is the topic of discussion cousin

Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin
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You wasn't, prepared nor aware caught you off guard

In actuality you barred, frontin like you hard

on my sixty inch screen, tellin lies to my vision

Frontin like you was in prison Dunn you know that shit is fiction

While I'm sittin on mill's, coppin a mansion in the Hills

Preferably in Beverlly collectin treasury consecutively

Inevitably the refugee with the recipe

Breakin these niggaz up like referees is my specialty

You know the four-eleven black strictly stacks on top of stacks

L-E-X three-double-ohs and Legend Ac's

Puttin the facts on wax, bout to blow like a sax

Problemz recognize now bring that back

"We don't play when it's time to slay" - Erick Sermon

"Kill the noise" - Parrish Smith

*DJ Honda again cutting and scratching four sections*

(Who the fuck are you?)

I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with shit don't tempt me

Cause I blow up spots like Ed Kozinsky this MC

tried to convince me that he was nice when he was wack

So he was forced to pay the price and got his ass Jack-ed like Dempsey

Left his motherfuckin pockets empty, cause his technique was flimsy

Pulled out on Son Duke, just like a Benz-y

Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent

Catch a couple of bodies do away with the evidence

Dem batty bwoy nah wanna come test me

Cause when a nigga like Problemz get busy I leave em Dizzy like

Gillespie

Comin directly, from the battlefields of BK with my armor

word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama cause this rhymer

cause trauma, hurry and dial nine-eleven for EMS

Bitch niggaz keep crampin my style like PMS

I Flex like Funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster

When I blast your ass like NASA you're be whinin like Patra

Who's the master...

*DJ Honda again, you know the drill*

*DJ Honda keeps gettin buck to the end