Rhymery

Lyrics

[Intro] The time of the wack emcees is over 1995 is here and so is SOS Finally Hip-Hop is startin to revert back to its original form Now we can see who really got the skills [Verse 1: Peter Chan] The format is phat like a herd of oxen Never stress boxin, the next inventor SOS will play the center To blow it up from the intro at the borderline I'm quick to rip the mic for the umptieth time Loungin with my peeps on a Friday night Soul captivated by the disco lights Mr Black (Yeah) - where you at? (Right here) Well clear your vocal throne (Uhu-uhu) and grab the microphone [Verse 2: Tike-O] Something wicked this comes when I hear a drum Crowds be stunned cause I "Ehh" like a stun gun The silky soul survivor, smarter than McGyver The trick of when I cook up like a twisted ? I slit ya, rip ya, cut ya, your asshole will rupture I won't even have to cut ya, I verbally fuck ya I get "Coof" like chilling thunder, let no man burn asunder I'm not a bread maker but I make a nigga wonder I spazz out with force when I ? new like G-Force I'm grateful but painful "Ow" like charlie horse I get deep like pocket link, even with all my money spent Mad flavor like a peppermint, nappy but I represent I'm freaky phunky fruity phat, meaner than a alley cat More rugged than a lumberjack, kick it just like Hack n Stack Blow just like a gust of wind, react a bit like Wonder Twins Wiggle just like gelatin, bitter like a cup of gin I smack ya like a hockey puck, hit ya like a uppercut Despicable like Daffy Duck, make you do the hucklebuck Demented down dude from my Nikes to my ringy Don't even have to say no more, you people know I'm jiggy [Verse 3: Peter Chan] If I just slam-a-jam hot, that's a minor fracture But if I break a leg, then the goal is without capture So Ha--lelooyah, kids hear this The SOS foundation is tourin in yo nation Deflatin competition til they six foot six I drop the three from half-port, while the rest shot bricks I got more dope hooks than Hookey, more bank than yo bookie The cookie jar was empty (why?) -cause I stole the cookies Just like a rodeo, I like to lasso emcees Round up, round up, one-two-three -so Bring yo whole troop, you lil' puss-in-boots I make the hardest niggas wanna skip to my loops Rhymes I build 'em like blocks, throwin 'em like socks Stone 'em like rocks, fold' em like knots I'm Peter Chan, you know me from SOS I be rollin with those niggas from A Tribe Called Quest -so Get a taste of this before we say bye-bye Because everything must come to pass, even death must stop [Verse 4: Tike-O] I turn a wack emcee pale like an albino, make 'em stagger like a ? Cause I'm heavy like a rhino, when I roar like a dino-- Saur, Tyrannosau--rus Rex Evil like a hex when my windpipe flex I'm psycho, yeah man, not the average shorty Cause I "Big-up, Big-up" like "Boom Boom Sho--ts" I bump-thump-thrive, in stereo I'm live When we're done not even the rappers with the props will give us five