Lyrics

Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Doug E. Fresh a no show (Oh my God!) [Verse 1: Money Luv, Lady Lux, Mikey D; Symbolic Three] Excuse me, Lady Lux Yes? Have you ever seen the show with Dougie on the mic? Doesn't move a inch 'cause his shoes are too tight The left just like the right That's not precise The reason why he bought them half price Well tonight, on this very mic, you're about to see We swear, the best are Symbolic Three So yo, here we go, say ho (Ho!) Also, if you didn't know this is No Show A-yo Mike! (What?) Look at Dougie's shoes Oh snap, he got a hole and I can see right through And he needs to go and buy some Elmer's glue Sorry Dougie, sorry Dougie, sorry but your shoes are through Through, through, through Through, through, through Through-th-through, through, through, through (Oh my God!) (Oh my God!) [Verse 2: Money Luv] We remembered last week, you missed the show You had a slight problem and you didn't even go You was mad, you left [alone?] in the room Not for your Guccis but your Fruit-of-the-Looms Your Ballys were gone, so was your shoehorn So you had to put a pair of your sneakers on Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Mikey D, you're on [Verse 3: Mikey D, Symbolic Three] I remember one time when you was also late You was in the pizza parlor and the crowd had to wait Playing "La Di Da Di" Rick tried to dance Then he bumped into your soda and spilled it on your pants Oh, Golly Wolly You was raising hell And the next six minutes you started to yell You did it again? Oh no Then you had to go change and be late for the show [Verse 4: Symbolic Three, Mikey D] Slick Rick Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard Mike, we was going uptown (Word, girl) Word Yeah, all alone, no one on the line Stepped on the E Train at 169 We saw a fly guy, so we stepped his way And then he said Hi, my name is Rick and I'm gay We said "Oh no, there's been a mistake Honey, we thought you was a man, not a gay fruitcake" Oh, Tutti Frutti We was raising hell So we said "Oh your name is Rick but we'll call you Rickelle Rickelle, oh well, sorry that you had to be a little Tinkerbell" Symbolic, we're rocking the house, you know what we're saying And when we're on the mic there won't be no delaying Bust a move as we rock the house A-yo Shock, play the beat with your fingers and mouth! [Verse 5: Lady Lux] Sorry Doug E. Fresh but you took too long Six minutes ago you was supposed to be on But instead you stayed home, messing with your hair While staring at Slick Rick's Gucci underwear Tonight, on this very mic, you've been fired And we, the Symbolic Three just got hired So yo, here we go, in case you didn't know Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh, you better find another show Since Doug E. Fresh cannot be here tonight Presenting to you live, Mikey D and the Symbolic Three MCs! Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Mikey D, and you're on [Verse 6: Mikey D] Wizard of rap, Eddie Murphy of snap I got rhyme facilities all over the map The terminator, dominator Mikey D, the mutilator The greater rap invader and the crab exterminator Be the baddest rapper and I'll make you the worse Remember, Mikey D's the one that disrespected you first The undisputed rapper, never got taken out I'll dust you off blindfolded with a gag on your mouth You're just a toy-boy, and you I will destroy If you ever try to come against the real McCoy Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Sha Luv and you're on [Verse 7: Sha Luv] I am Sha Luv, the girl devastator 'Cause on the microphone ain't no one greater At a jam I'm known as the MC hater My style is known north and south of the Equator Across the Pacific, I keep it specific And other MCs, you cannot deal with it Because I'm not edible, but incredible All of my rhymes are arranged alphabetical In order, to make it simple to find 'em And if they a tape all you do is rewind 'em Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Money Luv, you're on [Verse 8: Money Luv] Well I'm Money Luv, sophisticated Rapping skill, I syncopate it Microphones I operated Girl MCs I mutilated Other crews I terminated With this rhyme you know I made it So MCs don't imitate it or you will be dominated Recreate it then I said on your box you overplay it Money Luv and this is not the end I'm gonna bust another speed rhyme once again The devastator, motivator, innovator, rhyme creator The invader, no one's greater and I'm not an imitator Can I faster than the master Of the mic [?] disaster No one's fresher, no one's better Money Luv the renegader Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Lady Lux and you're on [Verse 9: Lady Lux] Can't you hear me rhyme for the very first time It's like tryin' to find out what inside somebody's mind Or discovering a region that no one would explore Trying to find out what's behind a closed door It's like entering into a new dimension All the time and ever for making a new invention All you MCs that I will have to diss Well, I'm gonna explain the reason for telling you this 'Cause the feel of rapping is very unique It requires great skills, a fresh technique You have to have potential and a voice for it And most of the words must not be illegit You need creative thoughts, poetic writing If you MC don't ever get caught biting 'Cause to be the best, you have to have the knowledge And potential, or else, all you MCs I'll abolish