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