[P.S.A]
This should be played at high volume, preferably in a residential area

[The Don Emcee] (Verse 1) [Side A]
Brooklyn.. Yo Yo

I roll on like Yardley
It’s known not to come to me
Live from the center where the home of the Nets be
Disrespect me I put the 5 fingers to your face
Like Lauryn Hill G
I do not spray from the base like R Kelly
I got an ace like a bro
Like O Breezy and Bo
I does like water and flow
Fly like Kendall
Down Undеr like DUMBO
Swish like free throw internal likе endo
I got ghost on beats label the Don Invincible
The coast be east I had to brag a little
Combination like SB and Big Bezzel DMG Crew
I’m solo I keeps it IVY like Blu
Who the wickedest to roll through this Don is
The illest emcee to roam free since 93 up in this
I’m about it, Brooklyn I’m about it
Tryna cop my block? Shit fuhgeddaboutit
With moves like panther, grant her the 3 wishes
Shawty over there get annoying like ticks is
Baby got back like my ex Kelly
Heard turning like 24s wrapped on a Bentley
I keep a jam packed like them city streets
Consider Eazy B and I close like buttcheeks
Me slipping on beats is limited, get it?
With permission to hit I drop a bomb then I split with it
Broooklyn...
(Tony Touch)
You already know how it’s going down

(The Don Emcee)
Yo throw that next shit on
Yo throw that next next right there

(Tony Touch)
You already know how it’s going down, the city’s out y’all and lemme tell you some you got that factory system, you got that bootleg ass shit, you might blow some

(The Don Emcee)
One Two, Testing One Two, whaat
Now entering the mode, The fucken Don right here
Gotta love him, gotta love him, Live And Direct coming at ya

(Verse 2) [Side B] - The Don Emcee

It don’t take much to tear the spot
The shawty in the back moving scandalous
In God we trust, In heat I lust
For some a lil slim around the waist line with a nice butt
I got blue balls on the low I feign to fuck
You wanna press your luck against this wicked emcee?
The shits funky enough word to DOC
I could make em all Run cause I’m D, MC
And then is weak competitors going against the predictor
It’s about time I set it off then son
Them is like Don I wanna battle ya
I think I can murder ya
I’m thinking when before or after?
I put the murder to ya, the lyric hit ya
Up close and rikashay, andaley
Need green the jelly way
The D-O-N E-M-CEE with the ill shit
In every scripture when pen touch paper
It’s like this MC came to drop the hammer
Screaming you can’t touch this
I’m Hot dog
Without the buns and the mustard
With every flow come with bitch named Katrina
I’m just a little iller
So what you want, what you saying you can’t step to this
Fucking around with me you fucking around with death kid
I leave the mic breathless
Then catch my second wind then I’m at it again
I stay adamant the fuck you acting macho for
I brings the terror right here straight through your door
What you want n***a?