Yes Indeed Lyrics - Defari

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 fuck 

everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man 

D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused 'cause' 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 shit, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today 

is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man, 

man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck 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 

Fuckin' 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 nigga Herut from LA 

City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days 

Too many niggas 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*