Three Emcees

Lyrics

Xzibit intro: Yes yes. Ahh ahh. Bring it live Yo it's the X to the Z from the Likwit Squad Hook: "One MC" "After" (x3) "On the mic"- Souls Of Mischief [Xzibit] All that get money, take money, sound funny So I stick to my own, I can feel it in my bones These clones and clowns ain't really down Play the background Westbound, huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine You can stick that in the places where the sun don't shine All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight Spend half-a-million dollars still don't sound tight Bring truth to the light I write rhymes for the under Blunt smokin', bottle crackin', all day slumber Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around Mr. X to the Z from the Likwit Crew LA to LVN with my man EQ Coming live and direct for your neck like this Come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift I stay fucked up [Hook] [Del] Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous Kids are squeamish, when they attempt the reflex I'm the Apex, shows get rocked Afterwards, rolls the pot, hold your Glock Your whole goal is props, you'll never get 'em My rhythm just fluctuates You can't O.D. no matter how much you take I rush your plates, crackin' lenses They're clean like Benzene, cool like Menthol My shit's the end all Major league, gauge your speed, slow your roll You lie and like Pinocchio your nose will grow Let's go, underground compress coal Bust these jewels, these diamonds out While still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout Mind in doubt Traversing the Earth like zombies And rocks your dirty laundry Presented to the world as comedy Del rip it honestly, that's why the girls are found of me And don't be squandering your little flow You ain't got many, your plot's thinning Reconstitution You seek contribution from Del for usage Over these acoustics I take time out for Yusef Hawkins Representing truth in your Walkman Locking competition out of studios Every day I live is like a musical Create my own score more funkier than Shaft On my musical path Hook [Casual] They like "Ooh, don't say that." when it's laid on a DAT Competition, where they at? I diss 'em Steady at the rhythm Like a pilot, I keep you silent Through the turbulence words will get violent Mega doses exposes his fraudulent composures All you get is roses on your grave, you misbehave It's the brave, courageous, lyrically contagious Spiritually engaged with the psychedelic waves of An Egyptian, we rips then Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin' 'Cause no light shine next to a flow like mine Casual might ignite the mic for pastime With one style older than a sundial My elaborate connection of words is fun how I display, dismay this way gettin' bizzay Crack a show off the top while I'm hittin' a J My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs For the wack it gets foul Got a Full Metal Jacket of rhymes compressed To manifest under pressure Cas' style a lyrical treasure, nevertheless I get fresher It's involatile my biological make up composed of flesh and flows Will dispose of all When they appear in my crystal ball I know you wish I fall Yes y'all Hook