E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down D: Hey yo what's up E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here man sippin on somethin', to figure out why the fuck in hip-hop is so confused these days, man D: Man, walkin' around confused 'cause' they get so many images E: I know man, they don't know which way to this music, man they the real purpose of this shit, man, we about to let know, right now
The amount of it takes me to write a hundred rhymes Be about the amount it you to count a thousand dimes 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 Straight soup, we be that that get up in yo' splein Uh, make you clench ya' work pays in many ways, seven days a week Hard beats, E-Swift for the streets And Herut, true lyrically complete This (singing) combination Firmly holdin' down firm ground for generations Quick to lace 'em, super-heavyweights And just when you think that it's we regenerate Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we like cable Steady watch these card table fold
Yes indeed, has changed through the century Yet i remain a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm keepin it for the hardcore (Repeat)
The skills i posess are never than real My thoughts are concrete, plus like steel My niggas know how i (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 ready for round" Whether it's a rhyme, or whether a drink Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect every raw-deal beat A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm track meets The fighter pilot, put the mic to the I walk the streets without a bodyguard or vest
No stress indeed has changed through the century Yet still i remain a true emcee And now you wonder why definately *scratches* i'm keepin' it for the hardcore (Repeat)
E: That's what i'm talkin' about man, what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats man, shit's raw from the streets, that got us here today is get us over tomorrow, man, man you gotta kick more shit, man fuck that D: It over
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical In the form of a verse i'll get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries Fuckin' with the the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced star be at the bar I recollect, then i French connect Grand Moniar Or Moniet, nigga Herut from LA City of the State, land of the sunny days Too many niggas funny ways Money plays a big part when mixed with jumpin' change rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry Photography, they type, auto-biography Hey yo i'm not or startled I roll with the John McClane and blast full throttle a bottle of Hen i worldwind Defari in this with fitness until the end And even then i'll again A lyrical here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the Yet i remain a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the (Repeat 3x)
*scratches mixed chorus till fade*