Wordz Of Wizdom Lyrics - 3rd Bass

And so, my fellow Americans 

Ask not, "What your country can do for you?" 

Ask what you can do for your country?" 

And now, back to New York 

Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic 

Avante Garder, not a heretic 

Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium 

Pete Nice, elemental like uranium 

Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze 

Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s 

These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy 

I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em down, say 

Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar 

(Rhythm) 

I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor 

Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin', top 

I never stop, with search and Sam drillin' it 

Soul in the hole, M.C.'s workin' 

Kickin' it, vickin', the suckers who be jerkin' 

Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more 

Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl 

(You never please her) 

So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter 

Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster 

Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all 

Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes 

Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one 

Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya 

You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum 

(Diggy drum) 

Three the hard way, wordz of wisdom 

This time there was three 

One two three the hard way 

This time there was three 

One two three the hard way 

A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome 

You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home 

Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out 

Make out your will Bill, three is gonna break out 

The stylee, me and P E T E 

Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo 

Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat 

And I'll lay the plan oh man 

You just got taken, I took a head out 

Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness stout 

Usin' abusin', those of the past tense 

Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense 

Three, the hard way, cards laid are okay 

Gettin' up and settin' up, just for a payday 

The minister, sinister 

(I ain't no devil) 

Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level 

This track to smack, the smile off a doubter 

The brother's, another M.C. who's about 

Frontin' like he's buntin', deceivin' the delinquent 

Rappers on track, bustin' out a medium 

For those opposed, who manifest a diss 

Pete tell 'em, manifest this 

Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen 

Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wisdom 

This time there was three 

One two three the hard way 

This time there was three 

One two three the hard way 

A Ludacris Buddhist, boo this when I do this 

So true to this, perpetrators view this 

Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical 

Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention 

I'm like a surgeon in my left hand 

Hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand 

Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider 

Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her 

Uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic 

'Cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go 

Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man 

Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands 

Transform strong as a good pitch 

(Too strong) 

Switch up the wisdom, into word which 

Kicks out the benzi in a frenzy it sends me 

Up the Bronx river back to Brooklyn apprehends me 

Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects 

I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect 

Prejudicial, your style artificial 

As live as limb that's attached to a criple 

It's simple eliminate you like Gotti 

(So simple) 

I chill in bed-stuy and drive a Mazzeratti 

With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin'? 

(How ya livin'?) 

Larger than large, with the wordz of wisdom 

Hyper-selective, search is attracting 

Females who focus on the future, not slacking 

Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow 

Sam sever seas'll submerge, so let it go 

Throughout, or put out, lyrics like a D-valve 

Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out 

And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor 

Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever 

Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town 

A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound 

Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece 

Foamin' at the mouth punk, you need a leash 

What are you sick? I'm a slick stupid scientist 

Rhymin' that you can't comprehend 

(But you're buyin' this) 

Record I'm wreckin', my homeboys are breakin' 

Hopin' that you're copin', no slopin', I'm not takin' no shorts 

'Cause I'm playin' the high post 

Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most 

Brother with a cover, shootin' to my cribbo 

The tease wants a please, girl screamin' ditto 

So I did this, I needed the bed rest 

Hangin' with the bangin' on the strength, there's no contest 

Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom 

Stingin' 'em and bringin' 'em the wordz of wisdom 

This time there was three 

One two three the hard way 

This time there was three 

One two three the hard way 

Shammo, hook up the Def mix 

Ahh, ahh 

All but three of the defendants were found guilty 

All but three of the defendants were found guilty 

See-ya 

Yo yo, that's ridiculous