THREE TIMES DOPE

THREE TIMES DOPE - Joe Familiar lyrics

rate me

English, yes, the liar's language

Cowards usin it to avoid anguish

Thrown upon them by the hard ones

The young punks, y'all don't really want nothin

Pretendin we're friends, yo, that's the diversion

Just to find out what I'm learnin

But what I've been taught you can't take

Don't mistake the original for the fake

Sucker, cause I got the faith

And as it climbs in my mind, yo, it helps me create

Comin clear with the idea, treach with the rough sketch

Clockin your cassette deck with all the respect

Kid you not when I'm up in the spot

Silence is golden till the bass drops

Then like a hurricane here comes Chuck Nice

The so original killin with material

You go platinum with crossover music

Then try to peal my ideas to use it

But I'm gonna instill somethin in ya

Stop tryina be Joe Familiar

The rhyme writtten to the rhythm is fittin

Combined with the bassline shall be hidden

Slap you with the mic if I find you've bitten

Think I'm a joke? I ain't kiddin

Amateurs galore go for what I store

Chuck Nice precise, he rocks the box device

EST indeed will speed without greed

You're hungry I'll feed you, give you what you need to

Realize a comeback is great in doubt

If you try to go for it, take you right back out

Cornbaunizzys copy off mizzy, rap like dizzzy

But all up on the tizzipsee

Cause I'm the ES, Wood at his best on the DJ thing

So the noise you bring

Won't eat ya all now, save some for later

You'll be a nice brunch for the funky record player

The guilty knows that the truth's bein said

Take it it down for 1'000 before I bump ya head

You're hot-headed now but pal, I must chill ya

Let the knowledge fill ya, Joe Familiar

You got some new ideas, somethin to break the ice?

Well yo, take it to my man Chuck Nice

So he can certify it dope

Let you do your thing and won't play you close

Wishy-washy MC's killin me softly

With two-bit 3 party rhymes on my time

I'll dagger till you stagger, bragger

Comin with action, can't lose traction

Take a ride with your pride to the other side

Cause a brother like the E won't let you slide

Time to boost rizzep, sucker don't you stizzep

Before it's you I wrizzeck, keep it in chizzeck

What can I possibly do or possibly say

To make you delay and don't come this way

You'll get it over here and ain't that the truth

Chop you up like wood in the DJ booth

I can't stop the soul

I got the feelin, stompin out rock 'n roll

From 7th and Wingohocking to Jerome to Kerbaugh Street

Is how the rhymes get with funky beats

Nifty with thee robust flavor

Give you a little sniff of the gift and you savor

It's me on the mic that the people favor

Not too fond of ya, Joe Familiar

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