What’s Your Name

Lyrics

[Intro] This bit is tight [Verse 1: Suffa] Uh, you writer's funky First time I heard it had me actin' like a spider monkey Oops, I didn't say that, pretend I said something else (Suffa MC) Get down witcha sufferin' self I wants nothin' else but good times and brew You gets nothin' else, this hood rhymes for you (Uh) You gets nothin' else, man, whenever we rhyme (Uh) Born in '77, but I wrote "1979" I wish I had plenty of time, I'd use it to make music Kinda hate my nine-to-five, man, I find it intrusive On my recordin' schedule and my other schedule You know when you're bored and horny and feelin' like sexual Healing's the only healing that you'll be feelin' "Lovely buts and I cannot lie, ha", don't know why they're appealing Guys tell me, "You the man", girls tell me, "You the guy" Who am I? Superman, super rhymer, super fly [Chorus] So what's your name? The Suffa MC, you heard of I Represent Hilltops [?] and Certified One's for the trouble, two's for the Wise Come on, y'all, and rock that, Dyems [Scratches: DJ Dyems] "Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew" [Verse 2: Flak] Well, it's a lyrical mongrel and I'm provin' points That'll always blow your mind, like consumer joints What you envy Fats, 'cause my raps are the bomb And I'm not the white rapper who hugged Elton John As long as you get paid [?] that you require If you joined offspring, your style wouldn't be fly You lack a little something, you sound limp like Bizkit We're Certified Wise, our jam is a-listed You diss, the wrong move, 'cause we're ill on [?] See, you took the wrong path, don't take another step Turn around, go back, you know you flow wack Your rhymes are borin' like reruns of Kojak You're so crap like [?] DJ's a lost case Your voice is high pitch, your beats need more bass But I'm off the topic, and it's supposed to be a party Plus, I need a cold beer, has anyone seen [?]? [Chorus] So what's your name? Fat Face, you heard of I Represent Crossbreed and Certified One's for the trouble, two's for the Wise Come on, y'all, and rock that, Dyems [Scratches: DJ Dyems] "Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew" [Verse 3: Simplex] Thoughts and stories penned on scraps of paper, I would note Lyrics were ink-stained text until amplified and spokes Written with rhythms, usin' beatboxing as a beat mechanism When no instrumentals fit a description Lyricism, my form of expression, I choose to use Letting sound be the medium to carry my views From cassette decks to [?] to radio frequencies My lyrics be an audible manifestation of me Myself and I living life to heartbeats intertwined With soulful baselines, far from completion of my mind On the daily, I redesign, [?] through the adaptions of rhymes For evolution was programmed in the genes of mankind I rewind old recordings, old people read out diaries For pastime reflections, grainy tapes hold memories Of adolescent MCS when our style was truly free And the essence of this art captured and inspired me [Chorus] So what's your name? Simplex, you heard of I Represent Terra Firma and Certified One's for the trouble, two's for the Wise Come on, y'all, and rock that, Dyems [Scratches: DJ Dyems] "Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew" [Verse 4: Mic Lez] Drop your mics, attention Explore new dimensions with your mind when my rhyme sets in Avoid intersections, reflect life through glass reflections On beer bottles, I swallow then grasp with affection The whole connection, feet to earth, fatigue and birth Complete to worst. defeat to first. cheap to hearse Above ground and under, sweet sounds to thunder Crowded towns with numbers, we're feeling down, I wonder The other way to shine in time with summer days No lovers, others gonna stop us or get in our way No phoney manager ever make our decisions To hip-hop, just an amateur, can't fuck with what we're livin' Certified wisdom, bringin' facts, fuck the fiction MCs listen, now reassess your position 'Cause at the moment, there's a fraction too much friction Mic Lez, Terra Firma, [?] mission [Chorus] So what's your name? Mic Lez, you heard of I Represent Terra Firma and Certified One's for the trouble, two's for the Wise Come on, y'all, and rock that [Verse 5: Raph A.L] Now, this bit Raph, Terra Firma, fully certified to rip Equation squared, retranslated from the paper script to the lip Equipped to rhyme in your face at the pace of a 100 G-force Crews ride blind horse in a race when I Phar Lap-pin' on this course Of course, I've got my Cross, Terra Firma hoodie on Can't handle another song, [?] blood [?] bubblin' like the bong Rap came in '89, '92, I was on the line '95 was the time that I first hit the studio to rhyme '99 was the year we [?] members we bust our first show Now, like the sun, the Terra glows, 2001, we're ready to blow Take your [?] like Hiroshima, Nagasaki mixed in one Give my heart and soul to what I believe in like the diggers in World War 1 I'm a deviated [?] After Hours Won the battle, the certified powers means you're receivin' golden showers Real hip-hop heads should be on the endangered list Let's get together like [?] can you dig it? Well, raise your fist [Scratches: DJ Dyems] "Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew"