Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Emcees, artist - Kool DJ E.Q.Date of issue: 10.08.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Three Emcees |
| Yes yes. |
| ahh ahh. |
| bring it live |
| Yo it’s the x to the z from the likwit squad |
| Hook: |
| «one mc""after"(x3) |
| «on the mic" — souls of mischief |
| All that get money take money sound funny |
| So i stick to my own i can feel it in my bones |
| These clones and clowns ain’t really down |
| Play the background westbound |
| Huntin’down pussy like a bloodhound |
| Plus i feel that no style is darker than mine |
| You can stick that into places where the sun don’t shine |
| All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight |
| Spend half a million dollars still don’t sound tight |
| Bring truth to the light |
| I write rhymes for the under |
| Blunt smokin’bottle crackin’all day slumber |
| Who wouldn’t give a fuck if the world fell down |
| As long as i can twist a fat one and pass it around |
| Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew |
| La to elviaire with my man eq Coming live and direct with your neck like this |
| Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift |
| I stay fucked up Hook |
| Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous |
| Kids are squeamish |
| When they attempt to refless |
| I’m the apex |
| Shows get rocked half the words? |
| Hold your glock your whole goal is props |
| You’ll never get 'em |
| My rhythm just fluctuates |
| You can’t o.d. |
| no matter how much you take |
| I rush your plates |
| Crack your lenses clean like benzene |
| Cool like menthol |
| My shits the end all |
| Majorly gain your speed slow your role |
| You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow |
| Let’s go Underground compress co Bust these jewels these diamonds out |
| But still some of these niggas don’t know what we rhymin’bout |
| Mine in doubt |
| Traversing’the earth like zombies |
| And rocks your dirty laundry |
| Presented to the world as comedy |
| Del rips it honestly that’s why the girls are found of me And don’t be squandering your little flow |
| You ain’t got many |
| You’re fly spinning |
| We constitution |
| You seek contribution from del for usage |
| Over these acoustics |
| I take time out for use of Harkus representing proof in you walkman |
| Lockin’competition out of studios |
| Everyday i live is like a musical |
| Create my own score |
| More funkier than shaft on my musical path |
| Hook |
| They like «ooh. |
| don’t say that.» |
| When it’s lay doe a dat competition where they at? |
| I diss 'em |
| Steady at the rhythm |
| Like a pilot i keep you silent |
| Through the turbulence words will get violent |
| Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes |
| All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave |
| It’s the brave courageous lyrically contagious |
| Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of An egyptian |
| We rips then |
| Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin' |
| Cause no light shine through a flow like mine |
| Casual might ignite the mic for pastime |
| With one style older than the sundial |
| My elaborate connection of words is fun how |
| I display, dismay this way gettin’bissy |
| Crackers show off the top while i’m hittin’a j My immaculate style attackin’with nouns and verbs |
| For the wack it gets foul |
| Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press |
| To manifest under pressure |
| Past style a lyrical treasure |
| Never the less i get fresher |
| It’s involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows |
| Will dispose of all |
| When they appear in my crystal ball |
| I know you wish i fall |
| «yes y’all» |
| Hook |