Miuzi Weighs A Ton

Here's a ticket

Let's go to San Francisco Airport

Or let's go to Oakland Airport

And let's fly the fuck outta here

So we can check this shit out

Come on, DJ Lord

Come on, rock, rock, y'all

(Get down)

Miuzi weighs a ton

Rock, rock, y'all

You don't stop (come on, get up)

(Get down)

Miuzi weighs a ton

Rock, rock

Yes my nine (come on, get up)

Yo, yo (get down)

Miuzi weighs a ton

Rock, rock

Yo (come on, get up)

Come on (get down)

Yo

The match up title, the expression of thrill

For elite to compete and attempt to get ill

If looks could kill, I'd chill until

All the public catches on to my material, you know

The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture

Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture

Accused of assault, a first degree crime

'Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes

Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped

Choke from the hold of my Kung Fu grip

And if you want my title, it would be suicidal

From our end, it would be homicidal

When I do work, you get destroyed

All the paranoid know to avoid

The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed

This is no kid and I'm not no toy

Come on (come on, get up)

(Get down)

Miuzi weighs a ton

Rock, rock, y'all

You don't stop (come on, get up)

In the area (so get down)

You don't quit

G4 in the house (come on, get up)

Louie Lou in the house (get down)

Come on, yeah

Come on, yeah (come on, get up)

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah (get down)

Check 'em

Check the rhythm y'all

I like the way you do your thing

I like the way

It goes like, DJ Lord, huh, huh