Under the Sun

Intro:

Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun

Verse One:

All of that fuss was as my raps crushed
Niggas to slush I bust rhymes to Ice like Just
I spark thoughts, I get Biz to go off and
Smoke rappers, who can't blow up July 4th
Jam, it runs in the fam when I slam
Shaq-Attack, I Ja-pan like Ro-dan
I rip sets and wreck and get lifted like a gym set
Hit the deck, I get more milk than WIC checks
Who am I? Joe Sinistr, come on down now
Ron but I G, when I rock like Me Phi
Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill
Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will
I'm shit hot, I drop like sex and Mock necks
I'm in deep some say it's similar to Loch Ness
When I draw with my funk niggas from the Yard
They hit em hard, so EN GUARDE!!

Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples...

Verse Two:

The Big Bang, my dick hangs like Klu Klux
I'm too much, I rap sick like... niggas with the lupus
I got wears to the gears looka here
I got more skills than, Cheers have beers
I shoot bop pops, you cold here's cough drops
It's Tojo, some say I'm more evil than the warlock
I start fume, my rap packs more than carpools
I crack heads, like the Dead when they spark woos
Cough in the record, nasty fat like Patti Austin
Wanna be startin, I lose more kids than the
Orphan-G from straight up like, if you want beef
I socks punks and wreck it from the jump like Fam beats
Beats, instant replay
I got Flavor like the Units who led, Mr. DJ
Who split the loose ends, Off and On like Trendz
My rap bends, my god, kids, how I accent!!

Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun

Verse Three:

Hellelllell yeahhh I get, more Fresh than Bel-Air
My rap triggers, that pack more niggas then welfare
I got Speech, a-aight, I hit the temple I rock chrome
Some say I'm not home like Mr. Wendal
My nine's gonna bring you more drama than Time Warner
My rap blasts'll run through more track than Jack Horner
Joe struck the puck, more Mighty than the Duck
To get props, when I Wreck Shop like A-Plus
Cos that's how I feel, I'm real, let's not deal
But I shoot em up, to slang on pop steels
I kick diction, I'm more hot than Hell's Kitchen
Gates, The Man Without Face like Mel Gibson
Weed fair, hit the Phillies lit I rap like a grip
So rough, I gets it up for that Chilli bitch
My style rips reels, here's the deal
Get out or, get killed like a fuckin soldier in Israel BITCH!!

Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun (Repeat to end)