Three
(专辑: A Breukelen Story - 2018)
It goes a
one, two, three and Hear the
gospel when it's chosen scripture It's the
hitman for hire when he goes and gets ya Kinda violent when I
hold and hit ya Yo, we can take this in the
alley like a
bowling picture You'll get two 'cross your lips like Sanford & Son These dudes fall for these hoes, won't stand for they sons These boys young and they lost and in need of directions When everything falls apart, you don't see the
connections Karma is a
bitch and she packing a
Glock And you 'bout to get shot like you back on the
block Yo, I
go to war like I'm wearing fatigues Stevie Wonder in his prime, there's hair in them beads Not trying to say I'm a
musical genius But understand, what I
done, you don't usually see this This is thirty years of excellence Cop your tickets, see ya all at the
next event EMC In the
place to be As it is plain to see Dig it now One, two, three Ace, Strick, Words EMC Yo, I
know you miss me, yup, I've been gone for a
minute It's 'cause I
got a
real job, something like a
lieutenant Trying to find me, truth be told, to be perfectly honest More than likely I'm in the
mill with the
homie Onyx Or in the
lab with Marco, 'cause him and Ace is cooking 'Bout to eat on this beat in a
small place in Brooklyn The
game's mine, your little space is tooken Shorty a
G, of course she with me, that's just in case you looking Throw on some Timbs, now your life is gully That's absurd, you still a
nerd and your wife is ugly Your credit bad and rapping is not your forte I
did verses for 4K out in Norway It's EMC 'til they drop the
casket It's no question, so please don't even stop to ask it Wordsworth, Masta Ace and me Wherever we at is the
place to be, three One, two, three EMC In the
place to be As it is plain to see Dig it now One, two, three Ace, Strick, Words EMC Every bar marvelous, I'm a
artist and novelist Full of danger like a
bullet chamber in a
revolver is Came as far up to par, to y'all, a
narcicisst Where the
ball party is I'm a
star like Bob Marley is Watch your car, parking it while you shop in in Target Have your car targeted to blow you up your car starting it We start arguing, I'll take a
blade and then sharpen it Like Goodfellas, stab you in the
trunk on your car carpeting The
other theory, the
life of this brother's scary, he Is blessed like my mother is Mary and God fathered it My album release date on your forehead I'm carving it For marketing, found guilty then have the
President pardon it Your arms too short to box with God, get dropped and scarred And bar-for-bar I'm too smart for y'all to spar with it Bring it back 'cause you're involved with it, talking solving it But the
bottom of the
problem is y'all part of it Three