Where Ya At (Dirty Summer Mix)

[Intro - El Da Sensei] Yo, yo, yo, yo, what the fuck yo, here we go El Da Sensei, 3D, A.Vee for the 2-G season I ain't even gon' say it no more I'ma just sit back and let the song just play KnowhatImsayin, yo Let it go, let it go, let it go.. [Verse 1 - El Da Sensei] Never simplistic I keep it updated and complicated My own shit for sure, not a flop or drug related Compact with raps, beats that clap For hard hats and backpacks who can adapt to my design of rap Table of contents makes me wind man Constantly on replay makin' sure it be the Sensei When natural, my natural renoun sounds from fans Suitable, crucial that they become recruitable Who should you address as your man at arms Bent down on clowns before I bodily harm Of a shine dime no petty crimes, so I'm Stayin' in touch to feel again and feelin' the dutch First letter A and then comes the Vee But harddrop can't be ordered to no fuckin' factory Sacred 3D blends recommend my medicine prescription free Open to all veterans This specimen yesimen[?] wrestlin' caps, like triple eights My mindstate compared to tapes from here to '88 Classic and style, master with slick words Give you shit you never heard straight from New Jers' [Hook - El Da Sensei](2X) With these words and this beat combined You know we shine with that of the meat rack Fuck that kind of track Where ya at? "New Jerusalem" Where ya at? Where ya at? "Around the globe we explode across the map" [Verse 2 - El Da Sensei] I'm gifted with the word of speak Mister highlight, primetime shine, granted player of the week I mortalize my fans who got my shit in they crates CD's and mixtapes, posters with autographs on the case Beats laced with the finest of rhymes, signed on vintage Year '71 link shot the proper image My fast vocab' it stands depends Spills upon the public eye, bringin' the truth and no lies Excercise my status, show and prove my craft Lethal rhyme blast, seekin' the top charge fast, a past All data I mean to intervene Lay my cards on the table flush the whole damn scene Take a time warp trip, '85 to '86, when I first learned to burn Chuck Chillout on the mix, through hardships I mix the hard shit regardless My performance be the hottest I'm down to lock shit [Hook - El Da Sensei](4X) With these words and this beat combined You know we shine with that of the meat rack Fuck that kind of track Where ya at? "New Jerusalem" Where ya at? Where ya at? "Around the globe we explode across the map" [Outro - scratched by DJ A.Vee & DJ 3D] "Who's-who's-who's-who's this?" "MC El-MC El" "New Jerus-New Jerusalem" "3D" "A.Vee"