E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down D: Hey yo what's up E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' chillin' man sippin on somethin', tryin' to out why the fuck everybody in is so confused these days, man D: Man, walkin' around confused 'cause' they get so many images E: I know man, don't know which way to take this music, man they forgot the real of this shit, man, we about to let them know, now
The amount of time it me to write a hundred rhymes Be about the it takes you to count a thousand dimes It's all a hundred, hundred yards i'm scorin' Like dollar bills that 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 ya' teeth Hard work pays in many ways, days a week Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the And Herut, true lyrically complete (singing) perfect combination Firmly holdin' firm ground for future generations Quick to lace 'em, these And just when you think it's over we regenerate Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we like cable watch these card table emcees fold
Yes 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)
The i posess are never less than real My are concrete, plus hard like steel My niggas how i feels (what?) Yo, i was born to rotate and get on Technic wheels They say hold it '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 With raw-deal beat A lot of niggas run a laps, i'm runnin' track meets The pilot, put the mic to the test I walk the streets without a 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 keepin' it for the hardcore (Repeat)
E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' man, know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real man, shit's raw the streets, shit that got us here today is get us over tomorrow, man, man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck D: It ain't
Ay yo, ya thirst with this lyrical burst In the form of a i'll rehearse 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, i French connect with Grand Moniar Or Moniet, this nigga from LA City of the State, land of the sunny days Too niggas actin' funny ways Money plays a big part suddenly mixed with jumpin' change They rearrange whole immagery, they chemistry Photography, movie-make type, auto-biography Hey yo i'm not impressed or I roll with the black John McClane and blast throttle a bottle of Hen i worldwind Defari in this fitness until the very end And then i'll begin again A tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed the century Yet still i remain a true Likwit And now you wonder why most *scratches* i'm it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat 3x)
*scratches with chorus till fade*