We Run Shit ​dj honda (Ft. Gravediggaz)

[Intro: Frukwan]
DJ Honda come at you ("Untouchable")
In the blaze whirlwind of fire, at your desire
At your dispense, you, to whip out the untensils of Gravediggaz ("We Run
Shit")
Comin' at you live, one, DJ Honda, one ("Untouchable")
Get 'em, get' me

[Poetic]
Stealth bomber, shattered ya armor, dot commer
In New York, I don't be Karen like Donna
Rap piranha, smoke that ass like marijuana
Got more drama than E.M.S. street trauma
Universal soul swingin' swords, sing in the wars
In the underground level, no wonder I'm a rebel
Carry my tape in the place, hot metal in ya face
Gravedigga, put a nigga in the crate
I be the, Judge like Judy, brown fist of fury
Flows super sue me, get hung like a jury
Analyze the poetry, who will ya household
Item in the ghetto like, "fuck the popostry"
Tony, T.I., bitch, mind ya B.I
All see why I can't be denied
My place, two thousand status, the baddest on the mic
Grab a rabist in the battle like, fight like Cassius
Clay figures are shattered, my raps that'll splatter
Spray matter, I leave, it won't scatter at the venue
Can't defeat Grym, you weak, for all the men
Who tried, die, pressure I apply
Acute sciencitis, I rhyme the tighest
A king like Midas, rock go' gold the finest
Build like a carpenter type, when I sharpen this mic
I bring light and be bombin' like Christ