(Mr. Man)
Hey yo, MC am I
People call me Man
I`m everywhere like air, so watch as I expand
Live and direct from out the Flatbush lands
`Cause I got more rhymes than the beach got sand
(Lee Majors)
(who you be son?)
Well yo MC am I; people call me L
Can`t forget the double-e Major I rock well
In `86 used to sport Pumas wit` Gazelles
`96: Yo, I just rock mics and excel
(Q-Tip)
Hey yo, MC a b people call me air
See me on Jamaica Ave. sippin` half-and-half
I got a special-issued mic that`s guaranteed steel
Bustin` rhymes at the crowd to make the shorties feel
(All)
(Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it)
It`s the 3 MCs
You know we hold these mics tight
We the 3 MCs
We do it right e` night
With a scratch
And a cut
We `bout to tear shit up
(Mr. Man)
See most of y`all really do not know how you should operate
You need to contemplate `cause you really cannot stop the wait
Just cooperate
Let me select the path
You do not know the half simply `cause you don`t know the math
On how to automate the graph
So follow the leader
The 9-Ether--rapper`s get split like amoeba
By the fire-breather
Get burned beyond recognition
It`s Mr. Man the accurate be blurrin` up your vision
(Lee Majors)
I pack a .45 caliber hollow-tipped pen
Make `em say What happen when he be rappin`?
Make a move son. I kill bystanders and all
Check the autops`[y] the words that I dropped in his skull
If you want a nigga draw, pull out your best rhymes
Make your same gun-finger turn into peace sign
Came back with tips swallowed
Hip-hop Puritan show these niggas how you drop it
(Q-Tip)
We `bout to drop it like the Pharcyde or Reggie Miller
Camouflage on--rescuin` rap guerilla
Tricklin` down: verb, noun cascade
Precious as jade, never heard the word `fade`
Positive vibes is way too influential
Wack rhyme sayers need to keep it confidential
Kick it up like tornadoes
Trash cats get tomatoed
Beat you like Bruno
Watch yo` eye get the tape
It was a Friday night
And no moves was bein` fakin`
And the people was breakin`
And the house was shakin`
And it won`t be long `til e`body knowin`
That the 3 MCs was on the mic
(Mr. Man)
Check me out, boy, in high-speed or slo`-mo`
Came down to Earth to rock this ill promo`
Never sound wack on tape, `cause that`s a no-no
So turn me up loud
And put the needle to the
(Lee Majors)
With all of these
Pimps, players, mafiosos, and G`s
Make me wonder Is there any room for just a MC?
Same shit, different beat; can`t take it no more
You and your man bought the same rhyme from the same store
(Q-Tip)
You bought it from the same store
and kicked the rhyme until your throat`s sore
Now we got to up the ante much, much more
Allah put us all here for a reason
We `bout to change the seasons
From these three you`ll never smell treason
(Mr. Man)
If you don`t get it now, I guarantee you`ll get it later
I make the planet bounce from the poles to the equator
Peninsulas, every island, and the continents
I grab the mic and add flavor like condiments
(All)
`Cause we the 3 MCs
Y`all know we hold these mics tight
Yo, we the 3 MCs
We keep it right all night
