3rd Bass - Wordz of Wizdom

"And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not.. what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country" -> President John F. Kennedy

"And now, back to New York"

[Pete Nice]
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 MC's
These hoes go frontin on my Jimmy
I smack em on the back, sit em down, say
"Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, Top
I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it
Soul in the Hole, MC'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 wizdom

"This time there was three"
"One two.." "Three the hard way!"
"This time there was three"
"One two.." "Three the hard way!"

[MC Serch]
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 you 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 OK
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 MC 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 wizdom

"This time there was three"
"One two.." "Three the hard way!"
"This time there was three"
"One two.." "Three the hard way!"

[Pete Nice]
A ludicrous 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 (too strong) as a good pitch
switch up the wizdom, 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 (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti
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 wizdom

[MC Serch]
Hyper-selective, Serch 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, Serch, 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 wizdom

"This time there was three"
"One two.." "Three the hard way!"
"This time there was three"
"One two.." "Three the hard way!"

[MC Serch]
Shammo.. hook up the def mix!
Hahahahahahaha...
Ahh, ahhahaha hahahahah tch tch tch
Hahahaha
Ahh ahahahhaha hah

"All but three of the defendants were found guilty"
..
"All but three of the defendants were found guilty"

Hahahahh ahahhahhah

..

See-ya! *echoes*

*some singing*

Yo yo... that's ridiculous.. *echoes*

3rd Bass - Triple Stage Darkness

"You are sleeping! You do not want to believe.
You are sleeping!"

* DJ Richie Rich cuts
"Guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *

"Prime Minister!"

[Pete Nice]
Black zone darkness, void as snakepit
So I'ma spit a lyric at the packed lip
Sit stunned I drum lyrics in your egg case
Space filled, darkness a blank face
Recognize unknown throne at deep depths
A Prime Minister incites a slow death
of a rational thought through the physical
Triple Stage Darkness, first stage lyrical
Sight to see, a piece of the Serch-light
Truth is loose, lips slips to Twilight Zones
Prone to blow revision
I'm 20/20 and your in-tune is in prison
Switchin from this track, move back in motion
Unaware of your own evolution
Regress through the tunnels and flee light
Illumination, the first stage, my birthright

* DJ Richie Rich cuts
"Guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *

[MC Serch]
Deaf, dumb and blind, the 3rd Bass find
you move further away from the swine
As I rhyme and effects your slide into tape decks
Light black in your face, what do you do next?
The question posed -- you're livin in delerium
Serch speakin in a spasm, can't you see him?
But you can't see the light's dim, it's growin darker
Cut off from the knowledge, un-smarter
Depart from the norm, completing a born to born
from opportunity, comes a thunderstorm
that sets in, tricked by the trickster
The only way out is DJ, Night, or Prime Minister
You follow, but attention span is minimal B
Now you're lost, never thought of intellectually
The 3rd's word, guide you as we spark this
Cause you're blind in the second stage of darkness

* DJ Richie Rich cuts
"Guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *

"Prime Minister"

[Pete Nice]
As I move, I soothe like stimuli
Not professor of hype, ask why
some fable'll hold true to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of Bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
called Caucus, and ignorants are mouthin

[MC Serch]
Fallacy, the great fall, fell in disgrace
How can hatred uplift a race?
Not a dribbler or watermelon picker
Givin you the Gas Face, as I'm dickin ya
DOWN DOWN DOWN, but up from Sa-tan
Knowledge is a child with a mind and a crayon
Brilliance in difference, tracin true sight
Third stage knowledge, brought forth a new light

* DJ Richie Rich cuts
"Guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *

3rd Bass Featuring Zev Love X (of KMD) - The Gas Face

Aiyyo man, my labelmate Don Newkirk
Man step to him
[Don Newkirk]
Thanks Serch!
And now... for the Prime Minister
Sinister.. Pete.. N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
Nice Nice Nice
[MC Serch]
Kick em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice on sight
Zev Lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (HUAHAH)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
say Let's Make a Deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax ("Trust me!")
Sign your life on the X
You eXit, X-off, but what you really get:
A box of Newports, and Puma sweats ("Damn!")
Tex feeds and frowns upon Emus
To give up Gas Face he drinks from a Thermos
Sub Roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas Face given, I beg to differ
[MC Serch]
Pete that was real def man but I gotta get serious now
Aiyyo Don, step to em again
[Don Newkirk]
Everybody.. MC Serch!
Verse Two: MC Serch
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(Make the Gas Face!) For those little white lies
My expression to the mountainous blue eyes
Then form a face, and shake my skull cap
Dismiss the myth, that evil is not black
but opposite spectrum, this done by red man
with horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their hair can't be nappy!"
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G
A disease, created by leprosy
Don't speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say, "It was night WAY before the light"
Put aside spooks, Serch leaves a trace
I've set em correct with the effect of the Gas Face
[MC Serch]
Next up Don
[Don Newkirk]
A *SPECIAL* appearance by KMD's.. Zev, Love, ehhXssss!
Verse Three: Zev Love X
A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to work one's clockwork
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup
Don't tempt me, you're empty, so fill'er up!
Is I'm talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco?
Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco
KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole
I mean soul, so make the Gas Face (HUAHAHA)
Damn, if looks could kill
You look like host was a ghost from your grill
But still, what's the new fed, to recollect
to our passing phase to facades to Eddie Decker
for my label reads Hood, street might have a tattoo
Don't pick any card or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if I ever tricked em
"Oh shit!" Another Gas Face victim
[MC Serch]
There it is, yo fellas man
Why don't you step to the mic man?
[Zev Love X]
That's how I kicks it, for Eddie Decker
[MC Serch]
Aiyyo, good lookin out Don man peace
Punji, yo who gets the Gas Face?
[Punji] Little Vic for the Gas Face
[Serch] Tony Dick, gets the Gas Face
[Zev X] No Gas Faces for Plugs One Two and Three
[Serch] No Gas Face for Professor Prince Pa-paul!
[?] My friend Tina gets the big Gas Face
[Zev X] No Gas Face for DJ Subroc
[Serch] No Gas Face for KMD
[PNice] Hammer, shut the fuck up! Gas Face! AHUAHAUAH!
[all] WHAHAHAOAHH
[PNice] What do we think about Hammer? HAOWAHWOHAHBHABHAHBHAHBBHB
[?] G.Y.P.
[Serch] Get Yours Posse does not get the Gas Face
[Serch] But P. W. Botha gets a Gas Face
[all] WHOAHBLBLAHBHA-WHOO!
[?] Dante Ross gets the Gas Face
[Serch] Yo stop dissin Dante on records y'all!
[Serch] Elroy.. Elroy.. Elroy Cohen, gets the Gas Face!
HAHAhahahahahaha, that's all..

3rd Bass - Steppin' to the A.M.

"At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M."

* about a dozen alarm clocks and grandfather clocks go off *

[MC Serch]
Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite
Point us to the center stage (I'll grab the first mic)
Projectin the voice with this mic that I'm cuffin
You ain't my nucka, SUCKER I'm snuffin
The word of the 3rd stands true, so no panickin
(Man verse man) you freeze up like a mannequin
Petrol, you let go, the wax for the new jacks
to dwell upon you're steppin on the trigger as the tune smacks
(Square in the butt) Pete gave me the cue
So I'ma put up or shut up until my jam is through
But for now I wanna freak em, so I'll embark
to spark your mission posse, til way past dark
(Don't park there's no standin) or I'll play the five-oh
You don't stop movin until the Serch says so
To keep the tribe open, shootin out to play em
Three the hard way'll keep you steppin to the A.M.

"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"Time to get stupid!" -> Chuck D ("At the sound of the tone")
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys ("The time will be one A.M.")
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"WHAT TIME IS IT????????"
"Shootin for the A.M."

[Pete Nice]
My mind has a question, I respond
to a silver domed microphone (one step beyond)
Straight to eighty-eight to the curves of the 90's
I'm universal, I set a line free
Behind me, the three the hard way, the jackpot
(Awaitin Satan's, tryin to take cheap shots)
We groove crowds, the three stand proud
The brothers round the way sit down and say
(How'd you do this?) Ludicrous rhythm of rhyme
Anticipate like a bottle of Heinz.. KETCHUP
(No catch up!) Cause you fell behind
I'm steppin to the A.M. -- dickin down swine
Pete Nice skims over lyrics, I pick em
Strong and long, you're wrong, I stick em
(He's the law with the sword) with my cable swingin
(Like _The Pit or the Pendulum_) Pete Nice bringin
the sunrise with no lies, legitimate (and you despise)
Envy this MC's magnitude (so realize)
The MC emceed (The DJ deejayed em)
Until the next time I keep you steppin to the A.M.

"Two for the time" (repeat 2X)

"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"Time to get stupid!" -> Chuck D ("At the sound of the tone")
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys ("The time will be two A.M.")
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"WHAT TIME IS IT????????"
"Shootin for the A.M."

[MC Serch]
No weight on the felt plate, deep bass below rise
Needle torture groove, move the record til the wack stride
(Schoolin the swine on the strength of my vocab)
Bet you wonder you're a goner
(You're thinkin that you had)
Lyrics to the A.M. but the house needs a swinger
You st-st-st-st-stutter, but I'm a stinger
(My rhymes so potent, I wrote em and it's evident)
You're just a stunt, seekin a settlement
The lyrical line (The artical original)
Afflict like a convict, I ain't no criminal
Scheamin on a cable or slobbin the knob
You played me like a foul ball
(How you livin Hobbes?!?!!)
Now groove into the A.M., the master spoon feedin
out a jumper, you're bumpin a freak while I'm G'n
Peter let the record spin (Serch'll get a second wind)
MOTIVATE THE CROWD, til it's steppin to the A.M.

"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"Time to get stupid!" -> Chuck D ("At the sound of the tone")
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys ("The time will be three A.M.")
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"WHAT TIME IS IT????????"
"for.. for the A.M."

..

[Pete Nice]
I slide swiftly, keep a brother steppin
(loungin, strength in my throat)
Sweatin as you get hit with the rhythm
My lines sustain like a crane, so uplift them
(slow and smooth) Flowin like fluid
The mass did worship the lyrics the three did
(amid all crisis) Drop it like a guillotine
(You're moist) fearing the voice of the rhyme fiend
Scene is zipped, Pete Nice is your worst dream
Fulfilled your illed I thrilled (I heard a LOUD scream)
My mind is cued, so I run down a menu
that downgrades the weak as my lyrics tend to
(the needs of a shaker, sweatin to the point of exhaust)
so listen to the mission horse
Blinded by the science, my mind starts flexin
Sexin down females to the A.M., perplexin
a complex reflex (you wonder if we slumber)
The three don't sleep (Aiyyo Pete Nice take em under!)
Steppin to the A.M., I'm steppin to the mic
to snatch up and smash up the club until daylight!

"Two for the time" (repeat 2X)

"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"Time to get stupid!" -> Chuck D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"WHAT TIME IS IT????????"
"for.. for the A.M."

"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"Time to get stupid!" -> Chuck D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"It's about that time" -> Schoolly D
"What's the time??" -> Beastie Boys
"for.. for the A.M."

3rd Bass - Soul in the Hole

[MC Serch]
Knowledge on the court, observin what is all around
The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound
Hearin and fearin, the momentum of the stutter step
Shook to the left, because the brother slept
Crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my next flip, he thought he had some grip
But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic
I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world
but I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor
Whether ballin, or callin out a sucker who is lookin for
static, me grab it every chance I get
One on one I'll never run and shoot the high off the net
This position isn't switchin, pitchin out a blind pass
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the hourglass
Serch is my name, the game and my goal
3rd Bass settin soul in the hole

Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
Why are you freezin me out?
Yo man, cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle
Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines

[Pete Nice]
Drip liquid, pick up a park pill
Enduce a hand over freeform with this skill
Spills are spun, a crossover break slice
Sugar brother the pavement says
Scheamin on suicide to play post I slash
First step.. I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, ain't no weak side
Bassline I'm never givin, on the flipside
Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber
Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya
Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I play the part of boot knocker
Twenty-four seven, always out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole
An asphault jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next!
Next? You ain't got next man
Yo go over there in the corner, with Michael Raines
and take a couple of tokes of the pipes man
YouknowhatI'msayin?

[Serch]
Point is in effect, callin for a play out
Lay out the plan, but your scammin for a way out
Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one
Tchk! You know the outcome!
Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin
then you execute the score, then you fade away
This fade has been played
Gave the gift swift, you just got self-made
Execute performance, the 3rd step upon this
Me and Pete, complete, like sex endurance
Tip on the rim you reverse and rehearse
Coachin but you're slouchin, you can't be first
You want the rock? But you don't got the handle
I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle
Face intense, you're sellin your soul
just for the action of soul in the hole

[Nice]
Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh
Slum onside stagnate you got next
Each day evident, parks brothers throw down
One on one, it boils down to showdown
Spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip
by his larceny, or petty theft
Spectators move, lips into motion
Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean
Water runs, springs and I let it fly
Slide a weak side, into vein
Try to terminate silk textures, of the fingertips
Three bases covered, as I dip
deeper into repoitoire, the Minister an innovator
Take a sphere and a mic and I'll step later
under lamps of the Serch, cold
Shootin lava in the soul in the hole

3rd Bass - Product Of The Environment

Alright coming up now another request (this one)
This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise
A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues
Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)
In the heart of the city you was born and bred
You grew up smart or you wound up dead
Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop
And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group
A modern day production of the city street
You said I didn't have it that I couldn't compete
So the sleeper did sleep but the sleeper shoulda woke up
Now you're in my sight, the buddha sess you smoke up
That's the element you carry your rhymes on
That style of rhyme won't let you live long
Cause a strong song to you is what I sent
Cause I'm a product, of the environment
Chorus:
There it is, black and white (2X)
Verse Two: MC Serch
On the streets of far Rockaway Queens
Seagram Boulevard, B-17
Redfern houses where no MC would ever go
Is where I did my very first show
Had the crowd had the rhymes going, I never fess
(His reward, was almost a bullet in his chest)
And on that stage, is where I first learned
Stick out my chest to be a kid and get burned
You're so foolish, but I think you knew this
That on the the microphone punk I can do this
And doing this, is what life meant
Cause I'm a product, of the environment
Chorus
Verse Three: MC Serch, Pete Nice
Back in the days when kids were mack daddies
Striped Lee jeans, playboys and Caddies
Long Beach, the M.O.K. center
He almost caught a bad one when he tried to enter
our way
Bang!
Bum rush the back door
Then scatter, onto the dance floor
Me and my boys, skeezin the cuties
Never had static, cuz everybody knew me
Local DJ's, tearin up the wax
And out the corner, some kid gets taxed
After the party, crack open a forty
Vicked it from the store yo the man never caught me
Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass
And then the five-oh chased us from the place
Hop on the railroad, play the conductor
Everywhere I went, I always tucked a
marker in my jacket to tag where I went
Cause we were just products, of the environment
Chorus
Verse Four: MC Serch, Pete Nice
I wanna tell you something that gets me kind of mad
...it's about my dear old dad
He's tired, and worn, and works a nine to five
Clockin thirty G's a year to survive
But I know kids who in a month or so
Make that money sellin ya-yo
Pushin a drug, I can't understand
Destroyin a life with a buck in the hand
Play rotten slum chain, local street hero
But if you ask Serch, you're just a bunch of zeroes
Too bad cause when you're older, you won't have a cent
Cause you're a product, of the environment
Chorus
Verse Five: Pete Nice
You hear it in the strength of my voice and in my rhythm
Now you know, how I was livin
It happened to me, like it happened to Serch
Prime Minister Pete Nice'll kick the verse
in Bed-Stuy with my boy, Kiwai Height
The K to A Kingston, Wednesday night
To the Empire, show slammin
Open for Dana, crew flammin
Mouth open wide, or listening
Dumb dope with a forty in my system
Unprotected but respected for my own self
Cause of talent, no shade, or nothin else
A time of tension, racially fenced in
I came off (and all the brothers blessed him)
I left more than a mark, I left a dent
Cause I'm a product, of the environment
Outro: K.M.D. and Serch
Aiyyo Serch, skin is just a color of the mind and the soul
And a brother ain't a brother if his heart is cold, youknwhatI'msayin
fellas?
Word
And I think we need a positive Kause in a Much Damaged society
Word up man nubians killin nubians, brothers just don't understand
Word maybe it's some of that crime that's stoppin the growin
the drug pollution and all needs to calm down
Word man, cause that's what we need, we need Griff Productions
We need a K.M.D. man to uplift the race and bring Kause in the
beginning
And a Posse called Get Yours
There it is, to all y'all bigots who want us to bend
We're just products of the environment, peace!!
Hopefully...
(There it is, black and white)

3rd Bass - Oval Office

"This recording, is a collection
of unintended indiscretions before microphone"

"Oh who locked the door?"
"A hard man is good to find."
"Open the door!"
"The principles.. of friction"

[Nice] This feeling's a function, so step to this
[Serch] Ain't the average boys who do this
[Nice] Door is opened, to office summoned
[Serch] Yo Pete I think you're in there man! ("I'm coming!")
[Nice] Reception warm, not a handshake
My hands shook, barrier's about to break
[Serch] She was seated, legs long and slammin
[Nice] Oval office opened, so let's begin!
Push my point across, firmly
[Serch] Core proposal
[Nice] Prime Minister serve me, surely ("Surely! Nyuk nyuk nyuk")
I serve you with motion
and doors open wider, coast in
[Serch] Secretary said, "Put Serch on line two..
Yo, put him on hold!"

"That towel was related to my husband!" (repeat 4X)

* [MC Serch] - speaking in background *
Aiyyo Pete man, let me in man
I'm here to get retarded yo, so step off
Nah I'm not holdin the door to come in
Yo, yo move your, move your elbow!
Move your elbow, yo, you're not dickin on me
Your boy look like the Great Pumpkin
You're frontin like you play the Pumpkin
Move your elbow, because I'm IN THERE!

[Serch] The meeting rotates
[Nice] Mockneck or cactus?
"They got my head boss.."
[BOTH] She attacked us!
[Nice] With a treaty for disarmament
[Serch] We signed
[Nice] Figured there's no harm in it ("Oh alright alright alright..")
So I disarmed
[Serch] And I poured the Scotch
And asked the Prime Minister, mind if I watch?
("Oh my goodness!")
[Nice] Yeah, I reckon
You keep minutes, I'll let you get second
Then the summit rose, I get vetoed
Presidential pardon, let me G yo!
[Serch] Lunch became filet of soul/sole with tongue
[Nice] The Oval Office work is never done!
[Serch] Never done!

"That towel was related to my husband!" (repeat 2X)

* [MC Serch] - [Pete Nice] speaking in background *
Aiyyo I'm serious man, did you have sex?
Nah man
It was you that did it!
Filet of sole on the Oval Office
on a peanut butter leg
Yo..
She got down to my knees and it spread!

"That towel was related to my husband!" (repeat 2X)

[Nice] G'in, seein, have you playin it like a diplomat
The Oval Office ain't nothin but a boot magnet
[Serch] Close to close, but Pete freaked it anyway
[Nice] Serch said
[Serch] Prime, let's do the three the hard way!
[Nice] And knockin like we're knockin
[Serch] BOOTS!
The office flooded with the sex check suits
Deploy missiles of the MX variety
[Nice] Spoken spasm of invasion inside of me
[Serch] I release my rebels, the onslaught ceased
* woman moaning "uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh" *
And in the Oval Office
[Nice] Finally peace!
Motions carried out, played it like Presidents
[Serch] What's the Oval Office?
[Nice] Our permanent residence!
[Serch] Meeting of the mind, as well as the pelvis
[Nice] Aiyyo Bush!
[Serch] We're audi like Elvis!

Aiyyo Serch you're in there man
You're finally in there, for the first time man!
"Victims of these classic boners.."
Yo move that thick body of yours
Move that thick white body!
"Victims of these classic boners.."

[MC Serch]
Yes, yes -- WOOOOOODIEE!
I've got the woody!
I've got the woodie -- and I'm gonna get the head
"Victims of these classic boners.."
I can feel it! You gotta understand see
"Victims of these classic boners.."
Gotta understand the subject of the topic
There's too much butt-waxin, no --
there's too much vaseline usage
There's too much KY jelly
Cause I've got the WOOOOODIEE!
I have the woody man, I have
Yo let me tell you somethin man, you're a GIRLIE MAN
You're a flabber man, I am a muscle man
I think you are my auntie
Cause I am the man who is in the Oval Office
You're just a GIRLIE FLABBER MAN, you hamster man
I'm a great man, you're a flabber man

Uhh, aiyyo yo you know what I heard?
I heard Rob never got the wood
I heard Rob is frontin like the Great Pumpin on the woodie
And I heard Seth Lover? He got the WRONG woodie
He needs the positive... WOOOODIEEEE!
Aiyyo I'm goin home man; I'm goin home to tell my mother (BOOTS!)
I'm goin home to tell my mother about my first experience.. *fades*

3rd Bass - Monte Hall

"3rd place is everything..
C'mon, I'll show you"

[MC Serch]
Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where I'm movin to
Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin you
Light-skinned, steps into the picture
Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your
hand around waist, space drippin from moisture
Strokin the neck, you suspect that she'll voice her
approval, whippin and flippin your pelvis
Brothers step in, step off, you get selfish
Yours for the take-home, so she can take up space
at your place, but then you start to wake up
Groove goes to fade, introductions are made
Love my name is Serch, now step for some shade
in the dancehall

"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."

[Pete Nice]
Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a solo
Spot to drop her bass and I'll follow
Fiend on a focus, I spoke this figure of speech
Supposed to sway those who seek
such wisdom, wildly workin towards a woman
Therefore she's drawn, to the other man's
intentions of a G, tryin to stump me
Announced presence in the house of Mr. Puffy
Smoke filled the tight-packed system
A rack of skirt, kit for a victim
A three-stage pleasure on a principle
as I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin
a female, to impale, push-up, smooth and
turn to spurn desire -- that all?
Another episode in the dancehall

"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."

[MC Serch]
Step to the A.M., playin a song that's slow
Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show
a need to step to a def 3rd Bassment
A wink of eye, the smile of a face and I'm
D-O-W-N to send shockwaves
up the spine, while the clock saves
just enough ticks to lick neck to your lips
Mouth to mouth, palm upon hips
Sigh in pleasure, measures the heat up
Nibble my neck, the affection I eat up
Dine like a diner, hot enough to simmer
Jam comes to a close, come give a
number of seven in regard to the residents
Told the mob that I slobbed and showed evidence
Lipstick on the quill, a digit to call
Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall
of the dancehall

"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."

[Pete Nice]
Steppin over heads that swayed
You move over and the record's played
Swayed over smoothly, soothin a listener
Undergoes wanted death of a dancer
To twist over you rises your liquor
Slight panic on a dancehall picture
Motion flows, scene gets hectic
Freakin bones like an epileptic
Melody moves scenario to chaos
Pursue principles and then you shoot livest
So-called, it's boots that rise and fall
Steppin to the A.M., in the dancehall

"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."

"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*

"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*

"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*

"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*

"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*

3rd Bass - Flippin' Off the Wall Like Lucy Ball

[MC Serch singing throughout]

But my balls itch!! *laughter*

Oooooooooh!
Dedicated to my man, Pete Nice, knahmsayin? *laughter*
Oahhhh I got.. HA HAHAHAH! *uncontrollable laughter*
Oahhhhhhh, when I was a little baby
Little baby boy, hooooh!
A little itty bitty baby boy
I was blessed with soul.. *more laughter as the beat stops*

This is def, hoooooh!
Mmmmmmmm..
This goes, this goes back
This takes me back to 1940's, when I was a little baby
new ? sittin on Kevin Renald's lap
And he said to me, "SON you've got so much soul..
You've.. hooooh you've got, soul comin out your ass" *laughter*
Now peep this, see..
You've gotta take this back down South
Oh I'm buggin, I'm flippin
Hahahahaha, huh, flippin right?

Now see you, got to understand where this is comin from
Little white boy, down South
No motherfuckin white people around
And they said to me, they said, "White boy!" *laughter*
"You've got a whole, mess of soul"
They said, "White boy!
You gonna grow up, to have so much soul
A little little itty bitty baby boy!"
Ha hah.. oh shit!

"Hohhhhhh, you've got soul
Way down in your little itty bitty baby toes
You got soul..
You've got so much soul it's comin out your asshole!
Whohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhle mess of soul"
They said, "Kevin! When you grow up
gonna work with a lot of white people think they're black!"
*laughter*
They said, "Oahhhhhh, Kevin boy!
When you grow up, you gonna go to the big city
Meet a, man named Peter
Gonna look like a white boy but he's a def MC
He got soul.. comin out his asshole!"

3rd Bass - Brooklyn-Queens

 Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" *
* 3 bars of drum beats *
* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" *
Verse One: MC Serch
Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool!
Friday doin the last day of school
Girls steppin to the mall to swing
Settin up dollars for their summer fling
Cars on the avenue create gridlock
And there's girls like MAD at the bus stop
Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow
Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe
Girl steps to me and pushes issue
"That knot you got, is that money or tissue?"
Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it's her own
I tell her that it's money and she should move on
She says she's pure from legs to her thighs
And we should talk over some chinese and fries
I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene
Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
Chorus: repeat 2X
"We are looking for 'Brooklyn'..
We are looking for the.." Brooklyn-Queens!
Verse Two: Pete Nice
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn
Otherwise known as Crooklyn
Freaks fortify flesh with gold
Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold
Walk past, don't get the time of day
Played like suede, on a summer sway
Conversated, till I made her laugh
Said, "I'm Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?"
Oval Office closed as she heard this
She said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this"
Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants
Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger
Chorus (2X)
Verse Three: MC Serch
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight's plans
When I feel a crab grab my right hand
Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her
Asking her, "Now what's the reason for the drama?"
Her next move was straight out of textbook
"Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look
Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste
So I'm forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face
You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus
Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous
But get this, ain't this a humdinger?
She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring
Somewhere in the skin tight jeans
I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
Chorus
Verse Four: Pete Nice
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter
Carefully the Queen holds my scepter
Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch
I'm Dick Lewis, cause baby I'm watchin you
scheme on a brother for a knot
To choose between the have and the have-not
Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?
I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
Oh he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee
Advertise cheap liqour for a fee
A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons
That's like Tyson rushin Givens
Chorus (2X)
* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" repeatedly over drum beat *
* 3rd Bass says 'Brooklyn-Queens' (3X) *
[MC Serch] Who's on Prince Paul's cactus?
'Brooklyn-Queens'
[MC Serch] Hahaha, yeah check it out
'Brooklyn-Queens'
yo, 'Brooklyn-Queens'
* Daddy Rich keeps scratchin *

3rd Bass - Problem Child

[pete nice]
Juveniles won't smile, vows are reckless
Sexless raceless souls unrespected
Hooligans and street urchins lurkin
Doin hoods, a neighborhood's worst person
Raises ? and the pushers and perverts
Butchers cut like cold cuts the mind works
Wise or weak on the weary and the wicked
Plagues a city street swell in evil-fitted
Man verse man, the haves against have-nots
House a kid for grips, leave him in his socks
Precedence of decadence is put out
Scramble hands full of merchandise he got out
Tooken taken a picture of figured strife
Subsisting on the minimal fruits of life
Attitudes are skewed from the right pile
Introduction of a character problem child

"problem that i can't fix.." (8x)

[mc serch]
Kids makin bids cause they're products, so what?
You still get left with a donut
No such luck in the scam to make paper
Skiddin off the edge ya portrays a faker
Fakin the plans like the plans of mice and men
Lands a man a chance of one to ten
But the man ain't enough to legally drink
And guess what punk - your shit still stink!
Now you perp the role - the role of frank nitti
He ain't a hero cause he landed on the roof of a chevy
So play the life of untouchable
The fast life, the wrong life, and so much for
The criminal times but time rollin in reverse
I wanted to be older, before i saw a hearse
Take the weight off my boys who are buckwild
The life and death and times of a problem child

"problem that i can't fix.." (8x)

[pete nice]
Problems problems of the prodigal
End up on the page of periodicals
A pinnacle mess, movin blocks to sell blocks
Under locks and keys no g's clocked
He strays like a pig who don't fly straight
In the pen playin foul and third rate
Take a step back and meet your maker
See play your maytag statistic on paper
Philosophy not of a giver he's a taker
Later words turn to dust he's the traitor
Sells you out for a quick fix dime drops
Got a chip on his shoulder without props
A bad seed leads himself the stray way
Puttin off evidence of judgment day
Judge not the culprit or pull the file
The life and death and times of a problem child

"problem that i can't fix.." (8x)

[mc serch]
I step careful - into the next frame
Lame you're just a stunt playin a sex game
I start to wink, you think he's on your hightail
Frail you're shallow as you swallow up your bare sale
Tail stickin out like a bumper to a maxima
Taxin a brother for a fee to get sex in a wetbed
Sheddin your gear like a snake does a skin
Begin to get slim as he's sexin you in
He moves deeper, asleep is what you thought he was
But he went bolo, so low you felt and that's because
The minute he got in and violated you and became ill;
Treated you just like a flush'n'fill
The next crisis, you're ice is clearin off your mind
Cause you're playin life from the cd of behind
Time to wake up can't you see that you're robbin wild
File this style as another of the problem child!

"problem that i can't fix.." (8x)

3rd Bass - Portrait of the Artist as a Hood

Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges
against certain members working in an industry
that reaches into every household in the country

[Pete Nice]
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your moms between the sheets
Universe is versus hoods prospectus
True flam, flammin words on wax discus
So they dismiss this as vulgarity
And once laughed and pointed at the university
Some perk without skills and push a pen
I send surreal scenes where you never been
Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out
Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass
Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
I seen your skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion of impression ain't ignorance
So don't label the hoods on appearances
You never thought that a gangsta could talk sense
But this artifice flipped, your beans is spent
Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out
The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up

[MC Serch]
Portrait planned it back in the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark
as the brothers try to spark
We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop
Hip-Hop Starski, the Masters of Ceremony
Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin property
Five A.M. it was the S&S
A hundred and forty-fifth street, down on Lennox
Starchild made all the hoes squeal
For a dollar crackheads Armor-Alled your wheels
Whippin home in the sunshine, fun time
but now you can't find
clubs like this that kept the music in the street
And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat
Yo, they're makin mills, but what about the hood?
A parking lot, where the Latin Quarter stood!
A landmark marked in the cranium
but now I bring it back in front of packed stadiums
Picture painted with the goals and the good
The portrait of an artist as a hood

[S] Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete?
[P] Yo the hoods is in Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx
Money-makin Strong Island
[S] Yo can't forget Newark New Jersey
Philly, D.C.
[P] From Detroit to Mobile Alabama
Memphis Tennesse Cleveland
[S] Yo, money-makin Miami, Chicago
East St. Louis got crazy hoods
[P] Oakland Compton Watts wearin the hoods
[S] Yo true indeed, Louisville
Boostin Houston got CRAZY hoods
[P] New Orleans, Seattle
[S] North Carolina cannot forget about Atlanta
Shockmaster ?? got crazy hoods
listenin to his program
[P] And the hoods are holdin their joint
And they're out
[S] True indeed.. SEE-YA!

3rd Bass - Pop Goes the Weasel (Radio Edit)

Antoine, Antoine's got something here
Ro-roll that window
We have to turn around because I want to shoot you
Park the limousine, in front of the swamp
Then I want to shoot you dauncing on the limousine
with the swamp in the background
It looks like you're in the jungle, okay?

Let's all sing, Pop Goes the Weasel!

[Pete Nice]
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill

[MC Serch]
I got a squad with a list of complainers
I should have started RAPE:
Rappers Against Phony Entertainers
So we can make it known that we won't get swayed
It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change

[Pete Nice]
Gettin paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop)
Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop)
Why not take your top ten pop hit
fix the music and make senseless ryhmes fit

[MC Serch]
I guess it's the fact that you can't be artistic
Intricate raps, becomin so simplistic
I gotta strong mind it doesn't have to be spoon-fed
And I can read what doesn't have to be read

[Pete Nice]
So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked
You go the ways of the weasel (the weasel)

Chorus: 3rd Bass (repeat 2X)

Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel *3X*
Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop

[MC Serch]
Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop
the second a record was number one on the pop charts
For those that get on heart that gotta in the ghetto
Let no one forget about the hard part
Now in ninety-one we got a new brand, a new band
lookin like the same old Klan
Same old theives that skeez so we gotta make sure
that real rap has got to endure

[Pete Nice]
Why score all my points in one peroid
Appearin in complex structure like a pyramid
The paper for the media presence
Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend
Stop vexin on the skills, ya ain't originate
The thin ice you skate upon will break and set ya straight
Ate up on the plate, now who's diesel
Not the weasel, not the weasel, pop goes the weasel

Chorus

[Serch] Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
[Pete] Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
[Serch] Aiyyo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it
[Pete] But now you're getting sued kinda stoopid

[MC Serch]
Boosted tracks get slaps, ya got no haps
to reach all four corners of the map
For kids in Kansas.. to those who speak Spanish
Doin crazy damage so the wack gets banished
Can't manage the truth until you buy a way
Ya ain't quick so ya switch off the exit from my highway
to rest but a crook, had to take a second look
Ever heard of a chef who can't cook?
But the Minister Prime can lay laws
Hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go for yours

[Pete Nice]
Goes for mine, I goes for mine
Find the Prime won't eat the green eggs and swine
On line like the Serch, in the hoody with the woody
Get a disc or tape, at Sam Goody
Why'd ya run through the doors some left open?
Ropin off the scenes of the crime smokin
I got pub and I'ma nut like a SCUD see
Blowin up, like I'm throwin up a beef patty
Sell-outs run a bout like the measles
No cures, cause pop goes the weasels

Chorus 2X

3rd Bass - Pop Goes The Weasel

Verse One
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
i see the empty pocket needs a refill
i got a squad with a list of complainers
i should have started RAPE, Rappers agianst phoney entertainers
so we can make it known that we won't get swade
it's 91 son, so somthin's gotta change
gettin paid petal snearks and soda pop, pop pop goes the weasel
as drawls drop drop drop, 1 take them, non top pop head (?)
dig the music and make the senseless ryhmes fit
it's the fact that ya can't be artistic
intracat raps, comin so simplistic
gotta strong mind and it doesn't have to be spoon fed
and i can read it so 'cuz it has to be read
so some stay illiterate and feeble, leagally let ya
go the ways of the weasel, the weasel
Chorus
Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel -- three times repeat
Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop / chorus
Verse Two
Hip hop, got turned into hip hop
the second erect is number 1 on the pop charts
but don't get started on the guy that started
in the Getto, don't let no one forget about the hard part
now in 91 we got a new brand, and new band
lookin like the same old clan, same old theives
that skeez, so we got to make sure that real rap got to indure
watch all my points in the period
appearin in complex structure like a pyramid
the paper for the media presents
ya learn lesson from the face of false legend
stop vexin, on school, ya ain't originate
on thin ice will break and set ya straight
ate up on the plate, now who'd deisel, not the weasel
not the weasel, pop goes the weasel
Chorus
Verse Three
Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Yo, i come from Collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it
and now you're getting sued kinda stoopid
boosted track, smack, ya got no haps to reach the 4
corners of the map, to kids in Kansas
to kids to speak spanish, doin crazy damage
so the wack get's banished
ya can't manage the truth until the biway
ya ain't quic so ya cut off the exit to my highway
to rest but a crook, had to take a second look
ever heard of a cheif who can't cook?
but the minister prime can lay laws
hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go or yours
i goes for mine, i goes for mine,
i find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine
on line like the search, or the hoody with the woody
get a disc or tape at Sam goody
so ya run through the doors that are left open
left the scene on the crime smokin
i got plenty up like a scud see
blow up, like i'm blowin up a beef patty
see out, like the measel's no cure, 'cus pop goes the weasel
the weasel
Chorus

3rd Bass - No Static At All

"no static at alllllll..."

[mc serch]
Beef not needed to waste one
Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum
Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum
A humdrum liver in bedlam
Bet your last buck, you don't laugh to this
Your horse came last behind the cactus
Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy
The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be
In there, like belvedere in his underwear
On the new year, my dear, so make it clear
I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small?
Static? nah troop, none at all

[pete nice]
Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus
? sip slowly on snapple in hand
Not these hands of mine holdin clippers
Slip and clip your flat-top to ceasar
Ease your ego, i go toe to toe
Throw my voice like i throw my yo-yo
And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support
And toward a crumb static ain't my sport
I swing to this, serch swings to that
And as you noticed, they always wear hats
Boots and loops produced by prince paul
Slaps ya skull, no static at all

..

[mc serch]
Static mixed in but it don't cling
To a fat rope dope gucci link or an earring
Hand now gropin for ?
But the hand is used to get skins
Skim the cream but it seems you still rise
For some who lives more, now life lifesize
All are lepers in my swingdom
Groups and troops get friends and they bring them
In goes props so pop til the mornin
Home to the young, pop still snorin
Wake up you blackhead and heed the call
Aiyyo, no static at all

[pete nice]
I flip on kicks, my dj tricks
The a.k.a code name richie rich
"daddy rich, you never watch him on tv?"
Straight no takes, the iron had eastbridge
Full on 1210's flippin the beats
*richie rich cuts more*
Some bust nuts, daddy rich bust cuts
Such transform over rhythms on dust
I rush this rhythm, hold like mingus
I swing this joint, no static to sting this
*richie rich cuts more*

[nice] a bitch's brew, who ?? gyro
[serch] scabs can't craft what only the fly knows
[nice] got skins all in on scheamin
[serch] scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin
[nice] i'm seemin vexed in my rhymin texts
[serch] opened up shop to chop off the head, next
[nice] i put off punks like junk so sporadic
[serch] stashed away like old drawers in my attic
[nice] or drawers on my legs, figures what i says
[serch] snack on jolly rancher or orange pez
[nice] yep this ain't no collect call
[serch] so peace, yo pete
[nice] no static at all
[serch] true!

3rd Bass - No Master Plan No Master Race

[MC Serch]
Set to decide, who's on the inside track
but you slack and so another dive
and you lounge - but who's shoes would you be in?
Wake up, it's time to respect the Nubian
flag of a people, fightin every day
for their own say, so children can go out to play
And stray from the tyranny, while blood is drippin B
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by a caucasian
Watchin a culture be stolen from Asia
Whether minor or major, science I swayed y'all
with lingo, some people don't think so
When do you stop sayin - that's the way things go?
Time to manifest the quest that's hard to digest
The companies are frontin Pete, why don't they divest
and invest in freedom, but they scheme on a brother
Stealin trunk jewelry that's MILES undercover
So discover as a people, we have to take our place
There is no master plan because there is no master race

"No ghetto, no master race.." (3X)
"Let both sides, unite, in peace.."

[Pete Nice]
Science for seasons, years and days
A preacher follows his prejudice, the drummer plays
off the evils of men, love bones and flesh
A brother's keeper keeps puttin peace to rest
Question props and the prophets agreed, ya heed
Dust to dust, herbs yieldin seeds of
creation of cultures to street sound
You get run around but I run the booty down
No master plan, the masses all struggle
Slug movements bungle, our serpent is subtle
Hatred born in diversity of culture spoke
Ignorance got the last straw, the camel's broke
Change up wisdom wise and stick to tools
One called slavemaster's son by a poor fool
I ain't the hypocrite fit with the two-face
There's no master plan, there's no master race

"No ghetto, no master race.." (3X)
"Let both sides, unite, in peace.."

[MC Serch]
The creators creations are put to side
You see one wants greed and then slide
into that all-about-me frame of mind
And keep the truth away from the blind
You gotta find out who is who and who built this place
I play spy and try to destroy the race
We go the wrong way, the wrong play master
The same people that got the +Gas Face+ last year
Tears shed as another head gets put to bed
Paradise is a paradox, the devil's ridin sleds
over skulls, that dulls all the truth
It's the reason why we need to raise the roof
to look to the heavens as the master's one plan
We stand to help the birth, of just one man
The master's plan, the master's race shackled to a shelf
in a book that you need to find for yourself
I stand accused, but never abuse the Sunday
cause when I'm gone I'll only go one way

"No ghetto, no master race.." (3X)
"Let both sides, unite, in peace.."

[Pete Nice]
I ain't a master, no I'm not superior
So why you tryin to play one as inferior
Fears in hearts of the ignorant belligerents
Ever since those convinced of lost innocence
Got off the tip slippin sticks and stones
Homes are broken or fractured like bones
Who holds your soul as the master your dollar spent
Evidence of dictators gone hellbent
In times of old the races vicked power many places
Seperate races in segregated spaces
Back in the day you turned your backs on
Deals in doom, so now the deally lays the cracks on
Sold more then sold forth from South to North
Swingin low on supremacy's corpse
Of course not steppin out of place is in place
Question those on the question of race

"No ghetto, no master race.." (3X)
"Let both sides, unite, in peace.."
"Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.."

"No ghetto, no master race.." (3X)
"Let both sides, unite, in peace.."
"Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.."
"Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.."
"Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.."
"Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.."

3rd Bass - Microphone Techniques

{*breathing like Darth Vader*}
The next selection is.. bass filled..
Musical compisition, entitled..
Microphone Techniques..
Please check it out..

[Greg Nice]
Get up everybody, it's time to sway OK
Greg Nice is on the mic with no delay
Get up everybody, it's time to sway OK
Greg Nice is on the mic with no delay
She, said, her name was Lola
I, said, yo Lola, swolla
Suave bola, Ayatollah
Saudi Arabia, Coca-Cola
My Rolex watch is ran by solar
Get down, peep my mic technique
Let's freak let's freak let's freak to the beat
Checks get cashed, at the end of the weak
C'mon, Deck the Halls with skins and party
Gainin weight cause I do eat hearty
When I wanna get tipsy I drink Bacardi
Greg Nice, I'm outta here, ghost!

"I'm on the microphone.." (5X)

[Pete Nice]
Uncle Fester, the baldhead jester
Not me, the Minister, the mic molestor
Five-oh arrest a G, doin ill deeds
Took a hoe to pull out the weeds
Droppin G, the case court is to hobos
Kickin the bobo, chewin on a Rolo
Ain't a Volvo with no paid promos
Sippin cocoa and rollin up momos
Fee fie foe fum I need awake drums
The buns ain't mack cause your breath hums
No Funky Drummer loser pass summons
But you can't stop the +Humrush+ hummings
Like Roto Rooter layin pipes like a plumber
Nice and Smooth cause Three's a prime number
I go brick church buildin when I'm sleepin
So flip off my tip, I rip the mic techniquein

"I'm on the microphone.." (6X)

[Smooth B]
I praise the Lord that I'm no longer a vandal
Kiss my daughter goodnight, then I light a white candle
and sit back and meditate
Evaluate, appreciate
Cause I didn't have to be here, on wax
Unveling a truth with proof of all facts
Cause in my life I see the life of many others
Various shades of colors, sisters brothers
And once my soul leaves my bodily shell
I believe to receive a new vail
of some concious subconcious abode
chose by few on the positive road
A man is judged by the goodness of his heart
So who's to say who's dumb and who's smart?
Aiyyo Serch (Whattup?) I came to hear you speak
Get on the mic and flaunt your microphone technique

"I'm on the microphone.." (7X)

[MC Serch]
Watch me shine til it's time for sundown
I had a scuffle with a kid it only went one round
I got a girl so there's no need to sex a hoe
But I gas em up just like they're at Texaco
Ring goes my phone, so I pick it up and say, "Whattup?"
Somebody's flippin, so I tell him to shut up
We'd use a F word, but Ice Cube got the copyright
so I'll make it +Funky For You+ with Greg Nice
and his partner Smooth B
Watch the Superbowl, just for Bud Bowl III
Then I watch Living Colour, cause "Homey don't play dat"
Money like my honey in my crib and it'll stay that way
The equality variety
You don't like it then you're gonna join the Dead Poet's Society
Try to flip on what this quartet speaks
and Serch will disperse, the microphone techniques

* discussion by the crew over the beat until the end *

3rd Bass - Kick Em in the Grill

[Serch] Aiyyo Pete, it's Chubbs
[Chubb] Sup G?
[Serch] Yo Pete
[Nice] Yo Serch
[Serch] You know people tryin to gel us right?
Try to gel
[Chubb] Yeah dat
[Serch] So you know we gotta we gotta rip this
[Chubb] Serch let's go kick that shit G
Drop it right here
[Serch] Right here, like an asshole
[Chubb] One two
[Serch] One two, ya don't stop

[MC Serch]
Grooves get kicked as Serch tries to flip like coins
Pain, like the foot to groins
3 Strikes but I didn't gel the head yet
Why you still vexed over things I haven't even said yet
Yo Pete, put you part-time like temps
Scale like a fence, put you in the past tense
You tried speedin but you ain't fast enough to chase me
So what I did this, ?? bring the kit to Ben Case
and don't waste time
Dopest tracks, so why you gonna waste rhymes?
I absorb like a sponge in the bozack
I'm trifle, get the rifle, or I step back and crack slugs
and my crew give pounds and hugs
Tugs on my shirt, let me know that I'm still pro-fessional
and at the end of the session, you'll know
that the 3rd'll disturb the verb with the noun
shift the sound, so GET UP AND GET DOWN, Serch'll never stand still
Try to flam I'll be like Claude Van Damme and just kick em in the grill

{"Kick em in the grill.."} {"3rd Bass"}
{"Kick em in the grill.."} {"I'm Chubb Rock"}
{"Kick em in the grill.."} {"Serch!"}
{"Kick em in the grill.. grill.. grill Pete!"}

[Pete Nice]
?? like a camel to ??
Missin the points of ?? spliffs
If you wanna gamble, let it flow
I ain't Al Jolson and Sambo
Low like a buddhist sniffin ? tree
But that booty fat bass it ain't movin me
To be or not to be on, your FM
Step to the AM, the gimmicks, I'll play em
I say em while I'm takin 40 swigs
A Chinaman eats with two twigs
Called your numbed, 9-7-0 PISS
Goodfella, you can tell you're on my hitlist
For this I stick like a splinter
Play ya like a sphincter cause my title's Minister
Serch said kick em, I gas em and trick em
Rhymes like ??, now Chubb, stick em

[Chubb Rock]
Jump jump with the man with the plan, Chubb Rock
You know, a judo, a chop chop chop
From stereo monarch rationalize the grammar
It's like that and ah.. and ih.. ih.. if I stammer
or sa-st-stutter, english found in the gutter
or the sewer, while I talk like Pete Puma
How many lumps do you want inside your coffee?
Isn't about time, isn't about time, you stepped off me?
Yo Chubb - are you the best, are you the one
that ?? large chest, well, nevertheless my
finger won't do the walkin through cleavage
I got a girl of my own, she's at home
Chubb is not conceited, I'm convinced of the fact
Vanilla sold seven million copies of some shit that was wack
He can wrap, his lips around a big black cock
He needs no more pressed, let me stop
Cherry crusaders, clean clairvoyany concepts
claiming critical conversations that came in..to view
of 3rd Bass mixed with Chubb Rock until
we kick the motherfucker in his, umm
G-R-I-L-L-L, word up that's the grill

[MC Serch]
Chill!
Hold up, Chubbs, you got lifted
{Word up} What's the science?

3rd Bass - Herbalz In Your Mouth

Don't drink the milk (why?) it's spoiled!

[pete nice]
Eyes slow to open, alarm clock's broken
I'm steppin out the bed but ain't a booty line spoken
Stick a 40 to my lips, i sips and i guzzle
A 40-dog "breakfast of champs" it ain't a puzzle
Grips on my feet and step out my rest
I meet mc dope incredible and dj fresh
They got a demo; fiendin for my headphones
So i throw it my system but it's so-so
I said, "the weebles wobble, but i dabble in verbals
The movies that you're makin get the herbalz"
This ain't a prince paul loop from the turtles
It's just 3rd bass givin y'all the herbalz

Herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is!)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is!)
[serch] hold up! weebles wobble, but they don't fall down
Herbalz in your mouth (say what?)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
From the north and to the south (there it is, there it is)
[serch] weebles wobble, but they don't fall down

[mc serch]
Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down
But them herbalz, they bobble and you see them all around
Them 501 blues can't hide the red apple
When i'm in a bodega, buyin some snapple orange iced-tea
Skins are playin nicety behind me
Scatterbrain no-name do you mind g?
Spot the profile and slips in the serch zone
And wants a description of the bone -- hold up
Wants a description of the bone?!
Play at&t and check the three on your telephone
D-e-f, then i left to break south
And left a herbal in her mouth

Herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
Herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth (there it is!)
[serch] weebles wobble, but they don't fall down!
Herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
3rd bass givin herbalz in the mouth (there it is, there it is)
Herbalz in the mouth (there it is, there it is)
[serch] weebles wobble, but they don't fall down!

[mc serch] + {dj richie rich scratching}
Herbalz.. herbalz! ha ha ha
Herbalz..

[serch] weebles to the weebles to the wobbles - to the herbalz
[nice] i don't drink milk when it curdles
[serch] cause then it's too pasty, french like pastry
[nice] it's like gettin caught boostin at macy's
[serch] true indeed, cogswell cogs, and sprockets at spacely's
[nice] i make like george, and jet-i-son safely
[serch] to my rest and not a tribe but i'm quest'n
You got bad breath, then take a certs with retsin
Dribble dribble drabble say what, i beg your pardon
Quincy ain't convinced me, got my own "secret gardens"
[nice] so now we boomin out the speakers and amps (true)
Buggin your nuts like the pms cramps
Some falsified but i gots bones to pick
The only nine you ever seen was in arithmetic
Herbalz given, how you livin?
[serch] yo i ain't played like a pseudo
[nice] herbalz in your mouth, and mine are macanudo

(there it is)
Herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
Say herbalz in your mouth (there it is?)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth (there it is, there it is)
A from the north, to the south (there it is)
Everybody say herbalz in your mouth

[mc serch]
Got the herbalz in your mouth
Pete nice! no herbalz, in his mouth
Richie rich! no herbalz, in his mouth
Prince paul, no herbalz in his mouth
Yes, yes man
Got herbalz, where they at?
Got herbalz..
Herbalz in your mouth yo where they at they in your mouth
Herbalz in your mouth yo where they at they in your mouth
Herbalz in your mouth yo where they at they in your mouth
Mouth mouth mouth, m-mouth, m-mouth..

But i see some skins, they got herbalz in their mouth
You need to break out, if you got herbalz in your mouth
Come now son, you got herbalz in your mouth
The her, the her herbal her ah erbalz
You got the her her the her the herbalz in your miggy-miggy-mouth
Da mouth, how many herbalz is that?
You got herbalz in your m, da miggy-miggy-mouth

3rd Bass - Sons of 3rd Bass

"Here's my advice to all amateurs plannnnnnnning to give a performace:
speak up, and keep the act moving"

[MC Serch]
Servin the role, a sole step-child
Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin
While wakin up to noise of 3rd B-A-S-S, Bass
Success is butter for Serch's space
Spoken slang gets played like the lottery
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
lookin for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other half, known as the other trey
Tourin to wild screams, the Third Son's born
Swarm to the lyrics cause Serch is your father
Screaming "Hey Ladies," why bother?

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

[Pete Nice]
Sons, slim ones flee from the 3rd
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the throat
Young useless, lyrically careless
Rhyme revolves around modes of mindless
If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a Beast'
prone to a lick of a waste
Taste the flav' of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
out with high voice distorted
If a Beast' to wish play fetus, I'd have him ABORTED

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

[MC Serch]
Put to bed, three kids to a third track
Cap the front and grip, when they heard that
the crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Club Mars
Shook the Beast' and soon to be dubbed stars
Starring roles stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
stand by em, while they take the fall
The Beast' now lives in the Capitol
Record wrecks sets, Def Jam a true wrecker
The label is nothing but MC Black'n'Decker
Three boys buggin to the A.M.
You step to the Serch and I slam!

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

[Pete Nice]
Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme
Play the dude? It's sucker time
I stand I take a bust in my nut
and gave birth to three bastard sons
A record label, a King to 4th letter
Passin phases, non-legitimate trendsetters
Pop figures, who figured they'd get paid
Exploitin art the black man made
Played out hardcore flaws, step to stage
Your biggest fan, nine years of age
Broke out cause the swindler took your ducat
No talent on the tune, you might as well SUCK IT

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

[Nice] Yo Serch, you know about that slum I'm speakin on?
[Serch] Word is bond Pete, school em!
[Nice] You know about that silver spoon havin
buckshot acne showin, L.A. weak-ass sellout
Non-legitimate, tip-doggin, Jethro pseudo intellectual
Dust-smokin, pretty boy playwrite posin
Folks wiggin, whinin annoyin Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin slum village people clonin
step children!
[Serch] Sam Sever, serve the rest
Yo Sam, sc-hool em!

"He is stupid, but he knows that he is stupid
and that, almost makes him smart.. let's listen"

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "let's listen" *