Talking:
E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?
D: Hey yo what's up E-Swift
E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man
sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the f***
everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man
D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many
confusing images
E: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man
they forgot the real purpose of this s***, man, we about
to let them know, right now
The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes
Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes
It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'
Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'
Or storage, mad n***** rhymes straight be pourage
Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein
Uh, make you clench ya' teeth
Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week
Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets
And Defari Herut, true lyrically complete
This (singing) perfect combination
Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations
Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights
And just when you think that it's over we regenerate
Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable
Steady watch these card table emcees fold
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat)
The skills i posess are never less than real
My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel
My n***** know how i feels (what?)
Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels
They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down
I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round"
Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink
Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync
With every raw-deal beat
A lot of n***** run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets
The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test
I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat)
E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,
know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats
man, s***'s raw from the streets, s*** that got us here today
is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,
man you gotta kick some more s***, man f*** that
D: It ain't over
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst
In the form of a verse i'll rehearse
Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries
f*****' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced
rimmy-type star be at the bar
I recollect, then i French connect with Grand Moniar
Or Moniet, this n**** Herut from LA
City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days
Too many n***** actin' funny ways
Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change
They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry
Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography
Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled
I roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle
With a bottle of Hen i worldwind
Defari in this with fitness until the very end
And even then i'll begin again
A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat 3x)
*scratches mixed with chorus till fade*
E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?
D: Hey yo what's up E-Swift
E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man
sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the f***
everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man
D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many
confusing images
E: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man
they forgot the real purpose of this s***, man, we about
to let them know, right now
The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes
Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes
It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'
Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'
Or storage, mad n***** rhymes straight be pourage
Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein
Uh, make you clench ya' teeth
Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week
Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets
And Defari Herut, true lyrically complete
This (singing) perfect combination
Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations
Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights
And just when you think that it's over we regenerate
Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable
Steady watch these card table emcees fold
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat)
The skills i posess are never less than real
My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel
My n***** know how i feels (what?)
Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels
They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down
I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round"
Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink
Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync
With every raw-deal beat
A lot of n***** run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets
The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test
I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat)
E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,
know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats
man, s***'s raw from the streets, s*** that got us here today
is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,
man you gotta kick some more s***, man f*** that
D: It ain't over
Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst
In the form of a verse i'll rehearse
Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries
f*****' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced
rimmy-type star be at the bar
I recollect, then i French connect with Grand Moniar
Or Moniet, this n**** Herut from LA
City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days
Too many n***** actin' funny ways
Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change
They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry
Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography
Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled
I roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle
With a bottle of Hen i worldwind
Defari in this with fitness until the very end
And even then i'll begin again
A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium
Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
And now you wonder why most definately
*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
(Repeat 3x)
*scratches mixed with chorus till fade*