E: Hey Defari, goin' down man? D: Hey yo what's up E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just here chillin' man sippin on somethin', to figure out why the fuck in hip-hop is so confused these days, man D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused they get so many confusing E: I know man, don't know which way to take this music, man they forgot the purpose of this shit, man, we about to let know, right now
The amount of time it takes me to write a rhymes Be about the amount it you to count a thousand dimes all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin' Like hundred dollar bills I chill for cool storin' Or storage, mad niggas rhymes be pourage Straight soup, we be protein that get up in yo' splein Uh, make you clench ya' Hard pays in many ways, seven days a week Hard beats, magnifique for the streets And Herut, true lyrically complete This (singing) combination Firmly holdin' down ground for future generations to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights And just when you think that it's we regenerate Like gamma, from scroll, we everywhere like cable Steady watch these card emcees fold
Yes 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)
The skills i posess are less than real My thoughts are concrete, plus like steel My niggas how i feels (what?) Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on wheels They say it down 'fari, hold it down I say "Don't worry baby, I'm for another round" it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink Me and the mic go together like and ink, in perfect sync every raw-deal beat A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track The pilot, put the mic to the test I walk the without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
No stress indeed has changed through the century Yet still i remain a true emcee And now you wonder why most i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat)
E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' man, what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here is get us over tomorrow, man, man you kick some more shit, man fuck that D: It over
Ay yo, ya thirst with this lyrical burst In the of a verse i'll rehearse Somebody get a nurse, for this emcee, got bad injuries Fuckin' with the D-to star be at the bar I recollect, i French connect with Grand Moniar Or Moniet, this nigga Herut LA City of the Golden State, land of the sunny Too many niggas funny ways Money plays a big part suddenly mixed with jumpin' change They rearrange they whole immagery, they Photography, they type, auto-biography Hey yo i'm not or startled I roll with the black John McClane and blast throttle With a bottle of Hen i Defari in this fitness until the very end And even then i'll begin A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine the millenium
Yes indeed, has changed through the century Yet still i remain a Likwit emcee And now you wonder why definately i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat 3x)
*scratches mixed with till fade*