Sons Of 3rd Bass - 3RD Bass

Here's my advice to all amateurs planning to give a performance

Speak up and keep the act moving

Servin' the role a sole step-child

Talk of c-c or keep sleepin'

While wakin' up to noise of third b-a-s-s bass

Success is butter for serch's space

Spoken slang gets played like the lottery

Your lyrics are incorrect so you step to me

Lookin' for the key to release that first piece

Three times two is six pete is one-three

I'm the other half known as the other trey

Tourin' to wild screams the third son's born

Swarm to the lyrics 'cause serch is your father

Screaming hey ladies why bother

How can you be so stupid

Sons slim ones flee from the third

Words spoken a silver spoon stuck in the throat

Young useless lyrically careless

Rhyme revolves around modes of mindless

If everyone spoke of stick-up it's pick of a beast'

Prone to a lick of a waste

Taste the flav' of the original

Orphaned trio abandoned by lyrical

Through us the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul

Counterfeit style born sworn and sold

Out with high voice distorted

If a beast' to wish play fetus I'd have him aborted

How can you be so stupid

Put to bed three kids to a third track

Cap the front and grip when they heard that

The crew from the lq stepped to the club mars

Shook the beast' and soon to be dubbed stars

Starring roles stone-faced from the brothers

Ludicrous whining meaning when the others

Stand by em while they take the fall

The beast' now lives in the capitol

Record wrecks sets def jam a true wrecker

The label is nothing but mc black 'n' decker

Three boys buggin' to the am

You step to the serch and I slam

How can you be so stupid

Negative mind paid as snakes who can't rhyme

Play the dude it's sucker time

I stand I take a bust in my nut

And gave birth to three bastard sons

A record label a king to 4th letter

Passin' phases non-legitimate trendsetters

Pop figures who figured they'd get paid

Exploitin' art the black man made

Played out hardcore flaws step to stage

Your biggest fan nine years of age

Broke out cause the swindler took your ducat

No talent on the tune you might as well suck it

How can you be so stupid

Yo serch you know about that slum I'm speakin' on

Word is bond pete school 'em

You know about that silver spoon havin'

Buckshot acne showin' la weak-a** sellout

Non-legitimate tip doggin' jethro pseudo intellectual

Dust smokin' pretty boy playwright posin'

Folks wiggin' whinin' annoyin' def jam reject devil

White bread no money havin' slum village people clonin'

Step children

Sam sever serve the rest

Yo sam school em

He is stupid but he knows that he is stupid

And that almost makes him smart let's listen

Let's listen

Let's listen

Let's listen

Let's listen

Let's listen

Let's let's listen