B-Boy Punk Rock 2001

Check it out y'all (Scratching)

Whitey Ford. X-Ecutioner style

Emcee am I people call me Ev

When I'm bustin' up the party hear my engine rev

With high resolution in the late p.m

X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem

Got tints on my windows so you can't see in

Pack it up pack it in baby once again

Ain't no way to check me (check me)

No way to wreck me (wreck me)

And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin

Stiller than night I'ma see my light

On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right

You know it ain't right, but yo it's ok

See this type of shit happens everyday

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You see this type of shit happens everyday

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You know this type of shit happens everyday

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It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens

Peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins

Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans

Got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans

Porter rock style I'll Touch you like Tony

You claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony

It's just one emcee and four dj's

Give us six turntables and a mic to blaze

I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun

I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun

Got a gun, ain't a uzi, but it weighes a ton

It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

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It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

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It's B-Boy punk rock 2001

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World keeps spinnin'. X-Men keep winnin

X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin

It's B-Boy punk rock 2001. It's B-Boy punk rock 2001