6 Mc's Lyrics - Singles - Too Phat

Chorus 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil 

Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia) 

Yo, Joe Flizzow 

First to go on this track 

Transcending continents 

Who better 

To hold it down for Malaysia? 

Ain't no argument 

I'm eloquent 

With my words 

And linguistics that I abuse 

MC's wanna bite 

But still got on 

Some loose baby tooth 

My rhymes so hot 

We got fire blankets 

In the vocal booth 

Producers with extinguishers 

To put out the blaze 

When I'm on the loose 

I'm rolling with the best 

Meeting of the minds 

Not a contest 

Evoking MC's around the globe 

With finesse and skills God blessed 

From KL 

But a hungry MC 

Like I was from Budapest 

Too Phat to go on diet 

Toe to toe with Joe is ludicrous 

Don't fool with this 

You know we fly 

Like a stewardess 

Impressing pure hip-hop purists 

In every single metropolis 

Don't step to this listen 

Rubbish we don't utter 

Got to stop the hating 

Unite us and start working together 

So keep it butter 

We'll kick it hotter 

Than your average MC 

They'll flee 

We'll make 'em stutter 

C'mon... 

Chorus 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

We spit sick and fabulous 

First class MCing 

Promoe from Sweden 

Who the tighest European? 

Verse 2 (Promoe- Loop Troop, Sweden) 

'Cause I look so good 

Your first thought is 

Somebody else 

Must've wrote this 

But no ish 

It's like God comin' down 

To the pen when I rip it 

God comin' out my mouth 

When I spit it 

God comin' out the sleeve 

When you break out the record 

Put it on your turntable 

Instant connection 

From me to you 

With infinite love 

Music must've been 

Sent from above 

To free the people 

And treat them equal 

Make us humble 

'Cause only the meek will 

Inherit the earth 

And perish the dirt 

Righteousness will cover the world 

Chorus 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring you delicacies 

Next up 

I believe that's Vandal 

Light 'em up 

Blow 'em out 

Like a candle 

Verse 3 (Vandal- SMC, Canada) 

I'm certified, kid 

It's over when your mic drops 

'Cause I can tangle 

With the focus of a Cyclops 

Battering beats 

Is more than just a hobby 

I'm godly 

And ain't nobody 

Ever gonna stop me 

My form's like karate 

Freestyle is infinite 

My mind's a temple 

I reside in its pyramid 

I know ya' hearing it 

I feel your attention 

Your thirst quenching 

From the words 

I'm inventing 

The first sentient 

That the earth's gonna mention 

When it comes to this worldwide 

Hip-hop connection 

Vandal representin' 

SMC with Too Phat 

Making everybody 

In the place 

Say true that 

Chorus 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

We got one DJ 

Bringin' the delicacies 

Smooth on the cut 

And guaranteed 

To amaze ya' 

DJ T-Bone 

Straight from Malaysia 

Verse 4 (Freestyle- Brooklyn, USA) 

The game's cold 

So I'm forced to boil it 

Ain't here to spoil it 

Aluminium rap 

Niggaz'll foil it 

Same ish 

Different toilet 

But as I counterstrike 

This be a day of defeat 

You'll need to 

Install cheats or retreat 

Couldn't be beat 

If I was drums in Africa for wax 

Crack the manufacturer 

My caliber's 

Equipped with silencers 

Hush the massacre 

Toxins hit you 

Wit' da' force of 40 oxen 

My concoction's 

Leavin' you without no options 

No need for introduction 

Let yo' body feel the groove 

Turn ya' back 

And I'll react 

You'll need my mic 

Surgically removed 

My ish's off da' wall 

Like pictures of my ex 

Flip styles like Rolodex 

Get a grip like solo sets, haha 

Don't bother testin' 

My determination 

It could lead 

To your termination 

Somebody pass me 

My medication 

This dedication's 

To all the people 

I'd like to thank 

I get pounds 

Without robbin' 

The British banks, son 

Chorus 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

Now who's next up to bat 

I think it's Weapon X 

Get on the mic 

And show 'em 

Australian context 

Verse 5 (Weapon X- IFA, Australia) 

It's you-know-who, kids 

But I ain't Voldemort 

Rappers scared to say my name 

They know 

When I'm holdin' court 

I'm thorough 

In this soldier's sport 

And talent 

Can't be sold or bought 

Just as wisdom and experience 

Cannot be told or taught 

Hold the fort 

I rep' the globe 

Across the galaxies 

And find the state of Earth 

And it's inhabitants embarrassing 

We all human 

Skip the arrogant comparisons 

We won't be here 

Another hundred years 

The rate we're ravaging 

My words stab and sting 

Feel it in your abdomen 

I'm strollin' through your mental 

And casually grabbin' things 

A just ruler in a land 

Of would be savage kings 

Weapon X, IFA, Too Phat 

We damaging... 

Chorus 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

Guaranteed to hit hard spit bars 

Each to blaze ya' 

Mr. Malique rappin' for East Malaysia 

Verse 6 (Malique- Too Phat, Malaysia) 

I come from a land 

Where everybody eats rice 

And all the people speak nice 

And tourists get a Rolex 

At a cheap price 

Pretty kites at beach sites 

That make you breathe right 

In some cities 

Students still collide 

To keep they peeps rights 

We hostin' different ghettos 

Different sounds each night 

No drive by's in caddies 

Clocking marks 

Up on the east side 

No kids with 40's 

Shootin' dices under street lights 

And buck guns 

Here thugs swingin' samurais 

In street fights 

But buck a where I resides 

As long as the beat's nice 

I keep my rhymes precise 

And when it recites 

It makes you 

Wanna peep twice 

Impressin' each type 

In each tribe 

From jail to kids in Yale 

To tribal Indians 

Blowin' peace pipes 

And buck the cheap hype 

Your metaphors are re-writes 

Your style is like tryin' 

Your granny panties on 

Could never be tight 

The type that chicks like 

Dudes wanna be like 

And while you jerkin' offa free sites 

I'm doin' three dykes, uuh 

Yeah, I'm a Malay kid 

And no 

You not mistaken 

The type a A&R will tell Dre 

"You gotta take him!" 

Some haters plottin' 

To cut my hands off 

So they could shake 'em 

Malaysia representin' 

Peace assalamualaikum 

Chorus (2x) 

From sea to sea 

Country to country 

6 MC's bring the delicacies 

It's a meeting of the minds 

To ease the turmoil 

360 degrees 

Around the earth's soil