Biohazard

(Intro: Dashie)
Y'all know what this is
Dashie Productions
Huh

(Verse 1: Dashie)
Yeah do me a favor, don't act dumb
Whenever I drop I come with many bombs
I got a lot of hotness where this came from
So it ain't gon hurt me if you take some
You liable to catch me in the Mazda3
Bumping the new Shadow-T CD
Or maybe you might be in disbelief
When you see yo boy process them 3rd degrees (daaaamn)
I don't think that you heard me right
I'ma run through your tracks like derby bikes
Lets be nice, I don't wanna say it twice
Just like Rick James I'm as cold as ice (woooh)
This should be how danger feels
Your boy don't rock ice, he rocks stainless steel
And I don't really care how you haters feel
Cause if you cross that line, I'll rearrange your grille

(Chorus: Terra)
*Unreleased*

(Verse 2: Sport)
From the depths of the street, we came with more heat
Can't walk over me, I'm a piece of meat
But I'm hard like concrete, I'ma keep things moving
"I can rap too dawg!" Man who you foolin?
No question, anybody got a suggestion?
If not, sit down for this final lesson
Everywhere that I go, I'm known by the patron
Got me feeling like I'm right at home
I'm all in my zone, I'm up on cloud 9
Yeah things are looking fine, we stay on the grind
Thou shalt not go and break my stride
I'm result driven, increase for overtime
I'ma get mine, got the fame right behind me
Swear you all hard, yo dawg, come and find me
No gimmicks, like Fab, this is real talk
Breaking walls down, finally I can walk

(Chorus: Terra)
*Unreleased*

(Verse 3: Shadow-T)
This dude right here got a master plan
That he get you caked up like the Pillsbury Dough man
I run laps through the quicksand
Leave the smackdown when I push, yo that buy got a big hand
I just do what the players do
Kick back while I sip on the Malibu
Everybody wanna live the Hollywood profile
But that's me, check my name and my style
Got a smart mentality, hard to beat
Only way we gonna loose if somebody cheat
Hear that bass-line bump from way up the street
Now-a-days all I play is that old Mobb Deep
We creep like assassins dressed in black
Put the sword to a lame cat trying to rap
I done told yall once, better check the name
All these young MC's caught against the ground
(Chorus: Terra)
*Unreleased*