作词 : Dillon, Fareed, Hanna, Lee
Hey yo MC am I people call me Man
I'm everywhere like air so watch as I expand
Live and direct from out the Flatbush lands
Cause I got more rhymes than the beach got sand
Well yo MC am I people call me "L"
Can't forget the double-e Major I rock well
In '86 used to sport Pumas wit' Gazelles
96 Yo I just rock mics and excel
Hey yo MC a b people call me air
See me on Jamaica Ave sippin' half-and-half
I got a special-issued mic that's guaranteed steel
Bustin' rhymes at the crowd to make the shorties feel
It's the 3 MCs you know we hold these mics tight
We the 3 MCs we do it right e' night
With a scratch and a cut we 'bout to tear sh!t up
See most of y'all really do not know how you should operate
You need to contemplate 'cause you really cannot stop the wait
Just cooperate let me select the path
You do not know the half simply 'cause you don't know the math
On how to automate the graph so follow the leader
The 9 Ether rapper's get split like amoeba
By the fire breather
Get burned beyond recognition
It's Mr. Man the accurate be blurrin' up your vision
I pack a .45 caliber hollow-tipped pen
Make 'em say "What happen when he be rappin'"
Make a move son I kill bystanders and all
Check the autops' the words that I dropped in his skull
If you want a иigga draw pull out your best rhymes
Make your same gun-finger turn into peace sign
Came back with tips swallowed
Hip-hop Puritan show these иiggas how you drop it
We 'bout to drop it like the Pharcyde or Reggie Miller
Camouflage on-rescuin' rap guerilla
Tricklin' down verb noun cascade
Precious as jade never heard the word 'fade'
Positive ****s is way too influential
Wack rhyme sayers need to keep it confidential
Kick it up like tornadoes trash cats get tomatoed
Beat you like Bruno watch yo' eye get the tape
It was a Friday night and no moves was bein' fakin'
And the people was breakin' and the house was shakin'
And it won't be long 'til e'body knowin' that the 3 MCs was on the mic
Check me out boy in high-speed or slo'-mo'
Came down to Earth to rock this ill promo'
Never sound wack on tape 'cause that's a no-no
So turn me up loud and put the needle to the
With all of these ****s players mafiosos and G's
Make me wonder "Is there any room for just a MC"
Same sh!t different beat can't take it no more
You and your man bought the same rhyme from the same store
You bought it from the same store
And kicked the rhyme until your throat's sore
Now we got to up the ante much much more
***** put us all here for a reason we 'bout to change the seasons
From these three you'll never smell treason
If you don't get it now I guarantee you'll get it later
I make the planet bounce from the poles to the equator
Peninsulas every island and the continents
I grab the mic and add flavor like condiments
Cause we the 3 MCs Y'all know we hold these mics tight
Yo we the 3 MCs we keep it right all night
编辑于2023/05/11更新