Three Emcees

Xzibit

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    Xzibit intro:
    Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live
    Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad

    Hook:
    "one mc" "after" (x3)
    "on the mic"- souls of mischief

    [xzibit]
    All that get money take money sound funny
    So I stick to my own I can feel it in my bones
    These clones and clowns ain't really down
    Play the background westbound
    Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
    Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
    You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine
    All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
    Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight
    Bring truth to the light
    I write rhymes for the under
    Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber
    Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down
    As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around
    Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
    La to elviaire with my man eq
    Coming live and direct with your neck like this
    Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
    I stay fucked up

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    Hook

    [del]
    Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
    Kids are squeamish
    When they attempt to refless
    I'm the apex
    Shows get rocked half the words ?
    Hold your glock your whole goal is props
    You'll never get 'em
    My rhythm just fluctuates
    You can't o.d. no matter how much you take
    I rush your plates
    Crack your lenses clean like benzene
    Cool like menthol
    My shits the end all
    Majorly gain your speed slow your role
    You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
    Let's go
    Underground compress co
    Bust these jewels these diamonds out
    But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
    Mine in doubt
    Traversing' the earth like zombies
    And rocks your dirty laundry
    Presented to the world as comedy
    Del rips it honestly that's why the girls are found of me
    And don't be squandering your little flow
    You ain't got many
    You're fly spinning
    We constitution
    You seek contribution from del for usage
    Over these acoustics
    I take time out for use of
    Harkus representing proof in you walkman
    Lockin' competition out of studios
    Everyday I live is like a musical
    Create my own score
    More funkier than shaft on my musical path

    Hook

    [casual]
    They like "ooh. don't say that."
    When it's lay doe a dat competition where they at?
    I diss 'em
    Steady at the rhythm
    Like a pilot I keep you silent
    Through the turbulence words will get violent
    Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
    All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
    It's the brave courageous lyrically contagious
    Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of
    An egyptian
    We rips then
    Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
    Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
    Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
    With one style older than the sundial
    My elaborate connection of words is fun how
    I display, dismay this way gettin' bissy
    Crackers show off the top while I'm hittin' a j
    My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs
    For the wack it gets foul
    Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press
    To manifest under pressure
    Past style a lyrical treasure
    Never the less I get fresher
    It's involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
    Will dispose of all
    When they appear in my crystal ball
    I know you wish I fall
    "yes y'all"

    Hook

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    Composición: T. Jones

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