E: Hey Defari, goin' down man? D: Hey yo what's up E: Ah man, much, i'm just sittin' 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 'cause' they get so many images E: I know man, they don't know way to take this music, man they forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we to let know, right now
The amount of time it takes me to write a rhymes Be the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm Like hundred dollar bills I chill for cool storin' Or storage, mad rhymes straight be pourage 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 Defari Herut, true lyrically This (singing) perfect Firmly holdin' down ground for future generations Quick to lace 'em, super-heavyweights And just you think that it's over we regenerate gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable Steady watch these table emcees fold
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the Yet still i remain a 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 know how i (what?) Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic They say hold it down 'fari, hold it I say "Don't baby, I'm ready 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 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 a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat)
E: That's exactly 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 some more shit, man that D: It over
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with lyrical burst In the of a verse i'll rehearse Somebody get a nurse, for wack emcee, got bad injuries Fuckin' the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced rimmy-type be at the bar I recollect, then i French connect with Moniar Or Moniet, nigga Herut from LA City of the State, land of the sunny days Too many niggas actin' ways Money plays a big part when mixed with jumpin' change They rearrange they whole immagery, they Photography, movie-make type, auto-biography Hey yo i'm not impressed or I roll with the John McClane and blast full throttle With a of Hen i worldwind in this with fitness until the very end And even then begin again A lyrical here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, has changed through the century Yet still i remain a Likwit emcee And now you why most definately i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat 3x)
*scratches mixed with till fade*