E: Hey Defari, goin' down man? D: Hey yo up E-Swift E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' chillin' man on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck everybody in hip-hop is so these days, man D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused 'cause' get so many confusing E: I know man, they don't know which way to this music, man forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about to let them know, now
The amount of time it takes me to write a rhymes Be about the amount it takes you to count a dimes It's all a hundred, hundred yards i'm scorin' hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin' Or storage, mad niggas straight be pourage Straight soup, we be that that get up in yo' splein Uh, make you ya' teeth work pays in many ways, seven days a week Hard beats, E-Swift for the streets And Defari Herut, true complete This (singing) combination Firmly holdin' firm ground for future generations Quick to lace 'em, super-heavyweights And just when you think that over we regenerate Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere cable Steady watch card table emcees fold
Yes indeed, hip-hop has through the century Yet i remain a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat)
The i posess are never less than real My thoughts are concrete, plus hard steel My niggas how i feels (what?) Yo, i was born to rotate and get on Technic wheels They say hold it down 'fari, it down I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for round" Whether it's a rhyme, or whether a drink Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect With every beat A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm track meets The pilot, put the mic to the test I the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
No stress indeed has changed through the century Yet still i remain a Likwit emcee And now you wonder why definately *scratches* i'm it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat)
E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' man, know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real man, raw from the streets, shit that got us here today is gonna' get us tomorrow, man, man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck D: It ain't
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this burst In the form of a i'll rehearse get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries Fuckin' with the D-to star be at the bar I recollect, then i French connect Grand Moniar Or Moniet, this Herut from LA City of the Golden State, land of the days Too many niggas funny ways Money plays a big part when suddenly with jumpin' change They rearrange they immagery, they chemistry Photography, they type, auto-biography Hey yo i'm not impressed or I roll with the black McClane and blast full throttle With a of Hen i worldwind Defari in this with fitness until the end And even i'll begin again A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed the century Yet still i a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat 3x)
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