Korner Groove

Lyrics

Yo ATA grab the trashcan kick up a beat Yo better yet KG pop the trunk of the jeep I'm wit it, you wit it? I'm wit it You wit it? I'm wit it Yo, let the drummer get wicked, kick it! Yes- it's Tommy Never as a tom's tom Tommy gun, tom cat... with the lyrical combat Makin a statement, gettin a payment Everyday since age of... 1, 2 Well we're the 3 on the mic the 3 that you like The 1, 2, 3 MCs that don't bite But get bitten as it's written down And when we're gettin down MCs should be sittin down Cause he tremble when I pick up a shovel Dig up a bass and treble tone Make up a rebel moan, master of a ceremony Not a fake, or phoney, they only know me as the epitome It'll be hard to get rid of me As they pour like water from a spout I like a bottle of Guinness stout goin straight to my mouth Standin on a corner, goin buckwild Standin on a corner, kickin freestyle Standin on a corner... me and the crew just rhymin Standin on a corner, uh with the old gold shinin Yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all A yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all Well I'm the F the I the R the S the T the B the O the R the N The first of all, the worst of all And worst of all we sound this dope without rehearsin y'all Cause I detect, deflect, protect with my intellect When I swarm above the norm Cause a storm, word is bond, I'm Firstborn Tommy Never get on the mic and give what you're quotin Each verse like biblical scripture Girls fainted cause our rhymes were painted like a picture Girls address, carress and molest me I don't mind cause I find that a blessing Everybody say ho, HO, we got a ho in the house Yo KAM send her to my house Since there's no tonic for the chronic flu Kamron get on the mic while I get some chicken Soup- never, just a fist of clever It's the K to the A with Firstborn and Tommy Never I switch my mic to automatic, MATIC Take a lyric and a brother we're static, STATIC Takin it down into to the break of dawn, and breakin on Those who are fakin on and they makin strong Song that cling strong like King Kong NY Teenagers sing song, we're guzzin a... Standin on a corner, goin buckwild Standin on a corner, kickin freestyle Standin on a corner... me and the crew just rhymin Standin on the corner, uh with the old gold shinin Yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all Yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all We want you all to know, the Teenagers run the show So get get on the floor, and check out the rhymes galore 6-4-2 and, the funky rhyme is booin So pass the forty around the crew and start movin groovin The rhythm, the poet, the style- I flow it The cut you dread, the rhyme I said, let my locks to grow it The live I dough it, the mic- better believe I throw it My knot- I fold it, your girl- I ho it, you can't control it And passin it to Mars so act like you know it Raisin the bar, no shorts, with an attitude Groove to a move that's blue to a new Cause society's pit falls sick and to seven more Guns and napalm, above the law, gone Path of a devil well I roll a row mack Refuse to lose so I choose to keep The Young Black Teenagers we bring the new age New style, the rule, the facts, and I'm rehearsin The K-A-M-R-O-N Mackin attack, incite respect and never wack, and Firstborn Come on torn they warn, Tommy Never's endeaver Will he sever your throat, you try to come with a cope No, hmmmm, I didn't think so, so here we go, nope Givin and doin and thinkin and provin the facts, that we're wild So we get wild for a while, mafioso style