3rd Bass Lyrics

Album: The Cactus Album

Triple Stage Darkness Lyrics

"And so, my fellow Americans 

Ask not.. what your country can do for you 

Ask what you can do for your country" -> President John F. Kennedy 

"And now, back to New York" 

[Pete Nice] 

Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic 

Avante garder, not a heretic 

Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium 

Pete Nice, elemental like uranium 

Throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze 

Swimmin in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's 

These hoes go frontin on my Jimmy 

I smack em on the back, sit em down, say 

"Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar 

I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor 

Ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, Top 

I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it 

Soul in the Hole, MC's workin 

Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin 

Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more 

reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!) 

So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter 

Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster 

rows of all opposed, lows conquer all 

Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes 

Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one 

Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya 

You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum 

(Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom 

"This time there was three" 

"One two.." "Three the hard way!" 

"This time there was three" 

"One two.." "Three the hard way!" 

[MC Serch] 

A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome 

You're toe ingrown low showin you ain't got nobody home 

Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out 

Make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out 

the stylee, me and P-E-T-E 

Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo 

Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat 

and I'll lay the plan OH man 

you just got taken, I took a head out 

Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout 

Usin abusin, those of the past tense 

Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense 

Three, the hard way, cards laid are OK 

Gettin up and settin up, just for a payday 

The minister, sinister (I ain't no devil!) 

Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level 

This track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter 

The brother's, another MC who's about 

frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent 

Rappers on track, bustin out a medium 

For those opposed, who manifest a diss 

Pete tell em: "Manifest THIS!" 

Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen 

Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom 

"This time there was three" 

"One two.." "Three the hard way!" 

"This time there was three" 

"One two.." "Three the hard way!" 

[Pete Nice] 

A ludicrous buddhist, boo this when I do this 

So true to this, perpetrators view this 

style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical 

Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention 

I'm like a surgeon in my left hand 

hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand 

Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider 

Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her 

uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic 

cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go 

Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man 

Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands 

transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch 

switch up the wizdom, into word which 

kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me 

up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me 

like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects 

I'll send you up North, I ain't givin respect 

Prejudicial, your style artificial 

As live as limb that's attached to a criple 

It's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti 

I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti 

With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin? 

(How ya livin?) Larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom 

[MC Serch] 

Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting 

females who focus on the future, not slacking 

Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow 

Sam Sever seas'll submerge, so let it go 

throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve 

Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out 

and seek out, a three the hard way endeavor 

Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever 

Livin in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town 

A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound 

Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece 

Foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash 

What are you sick?? I'm a slick stupid scientist 

Rhymin that you can't comprehend (but you're buyin this) 

Record I'm wreckin, my homeboys are breakin 

Hopin that you're copin, no slopin, I'm not takin no shorts 

Cause I'm playin the high post 

Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most 

brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo 

The tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto 

so I did this, I needed the bed rest 

Hangin with the bangin on the strength, there's no contest 

Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom 

Stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom 

"This time there was three" 

"One two.." "Three the hard way!" 

"This time there was three" 

"One two.." "Three the hard way!" 

[MC Serch] 

Shammo.. hook up the def mix! 

Hahahahahahaha... 

Ahh, ahhahaha hahahahah tch tch tch 

Hahahaha 

Ahh ahahahhaha hah 

"All but three of the defendants were found guilty" 

.. 

"All but three of the defendants were found guilty" 

Hahahahh ahahhahhah 

.. 

See-ya! *echoes* 

*some singing* 

Yo yo... that's ridiculous.. *echoes*