I’m a master see On a track I master beats Daringer hit me with a masterpiece I smash the piece Like glass So who’s after me? You’re crew after Three? I’m too fast to follow Rappers are too hollow They wallow in deficiency ‘Cause they lack the minerals And vitamins sufficiently I flow efficiently Oh so officially Verses tried and certified My rhyme written in history No mystery, though This is me with no front Smoke emcees like medicinal trees I’m so blunt And straight to the issue Lines like a missile From a 38 whistle Go straight through your tissue And hit you in the heart Feel it? You know the real shit Before the deal, shit Selling over a mill, shit And killed it Waiting on a resurrection But common sense says You got to do some introspection Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me Can I kick it? They want to know, they want to know Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me So I could hit them with another one Classically Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me Can I kick it? Yo, they all want to know Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me If I could hit them with another one Classically They want to know If I can kick it Doubting if I could rip it Shooting me a look But never getting specific Took a little hiatus Now all of my haters Throwing salt on my name And questioning my status But they could never fade it I’m way too creative And the tongue is too native Officially reinstated Like Plug Won did When the stakes elevated Vibe... The whole place vibrated I made it my mission To stop the opposition Trying to get me pop And cop the proposition That hip-hop is missing Or dead in some hole And the only way to roll Is to sell your soul Wholesale for stacks Of that gold and plat But I won’t go for that Joke-poser rap Poke holes in that Choke holds and smacks Slap-box with pop-rap, son Hold me back Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me Can I kick it? They want to know, they want to know Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me So I could hit them with another one Classically Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me Can I kick it? Yo, they all want to know Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me If I could hit them with another one Classically Can I kick it? On this verse that’s third Like the Thrice is Me without a microphone That’s a crisis Rappers run around Claiming they’re the nicest But I don’t really understand What the hype is Listen fool, ‘cause schooled Is what you might get Plus a clue, ‘cause you Ain’t got the slightest Want to find my style So you could bite this? It’s in the cut like the knife Where the slice is Precise as Surgical devices Type ish I write Is Right as The Price IS Cold as ice is Long as night is My hold on a mic Is strong as a vice’s Bold as type is The fam is tight-knit No leaks We’re tight-lipped We’re running a tight ship So clones trying to carve Their image in my likeness This is a scrimmage I ain’t finishing quite yet Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me Can I kick it? They want to know, they want to know Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me So I could hit them with another one Classically Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me Can I kick it? Yo, they all want to know Can I kick it? That’s what they’re asking me If I could hit them with another one Classically

I’m from a city With a whole lot of love And a whole lot of hatred Where people say We almost made it Growing up I marinated in the beautiful And stewed with the ugly Studied with the schooled And I skipped with the thugs Seen a whole lot of bugged out Stress in my life Crooked cops Trying to lessen my rights Jealous people want to lessen my light But I shine too bright Why you think they call me son? ‘Cause I’m hot like one And all your lip And all your gossip Revolves around me You’re mad because you’re not like one Sound free Like the audio on mp3s You downloaded Make music like the MPC With sounds loaded Hear a verse from the MC Three? You now quote it It’s that potent Feel a draft? You’re that open It’s that opus The song sounds heaven sent-sent And if you feel it Represent, represent-sent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent They say it ain’t where you’re from It’s where you go What it is How you handle your biz And who you know And I lots Remember Robocop? Cold-chilling at the bar In the local spot Baby Steps In the flesh Here’s a photo opp I used to battle outside Getting loco-props (local props) It was crazy hot Summertime in The Nickel Is a beautiful thing When you’re doing your thing The way we did it to death Brought the scene to life Everybody represented The love was cemented In a time in a place In a moment in space For the thing we invented It was so authentic And the vibe was intended to stay So who could say where it went? Maybe it’s spent... But I love what it meant So I’ma keep on And represent, represent-sent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent This goes out To each and every MC Emphasis on the ones In my home city I realize everything nowadays Seems different And everybody’s riffing The government is tripping Economy is dipping And America is slipping You heard it all before But you probably ain’t listen So a lot of ya’ll forgetting What’s real And what isn’t The rules to the game Your name And your position We were on the same team Now you’re thinking about switching To a whole new division I never envisioned Ya’ll would break down And sell the hell out... For a Chance at fame and some chump-change I wonder what’s the rate of exchange On the U.S. dollar Compared to a person’s soul? But all the dollars in the whole wide world Would never make sense If I forget to represent, represent-sent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent Represent, ya’ll Represent

You are now in tune to the sound Of a Daringer track With 3rd's raps Similar to a round From my homie's namesake Drums banging off the wall Of your skull Hard enough to make You brain ache The pain quakes And radiates through your spinal Vibrating like the sound Through the needle From the vinyl And I know That you know That I know That this beat and my rhyme flow: The bomb combo The ensemble The duo dynamic DJ & Emcee We work crowds into a frenzy Damaging manic Mechanically disassembling drones And those imitating or resembling clones The emblem is Roman numeral three My trademark is rocking stages And ripping microphones to a T See You Trying to find out What makes me great P.U. Better off working On balancing your P.H. I'm 3H A rare element from deep space Radioactive Interacting with deep bass Create a volatile mixture The chemistry you hear Is the boom in your ear When the vial hits ya Hard like The Man With The Iron Fists Mad Scientist On the flyest shit D supply him with I insist on greatness So when I rhyme It's like laxative to a Gorilla: Time to go ape shit Yeah My Cold Vision is clear Wack Emcees getting no provisions this year Come on (Repeat with ad libs) Yeah Work it out Studio rappers I'ma hurt your clout You couldn't come off If you jerked it out Still trying to figure What my last verse about While we bursting out Laughing at your last verses out Me and my crew Heard your weak nursery rhyme shit It's like you never peeped any classic Precursory rhyme shit Never heard Illmatic Or Midnight Marauders Resurrection And Mecca and the Soul Brother? Award Tour The World Is Yours They Reminisce Over You Or I Used To Love H.E.R.? No excuse That's what Google is for You internet Hip Hoppers Need to Google some more Do the math With your green ass And do the knowledge Pay respect Pay dues and pay homage Or stay silent And let emcees Do the emceeing An empty heart with No soul in your being Where your skill at boy? Go fill that void And don't step until you're ill Or I'ma kill that noise Feel that? Noid as hell You soiled yourself Not playing's your only option To avoid this L You boys could tell I don't play around I'll rep Hip Hop to death 'Til I lay in the ground With these Rugged rhymes Lyricism that's bold I breathe fire My vision is cold Yeah My Cold Vision is clear Wack Emcees getting no provisions this year Come on