Текст (слова) песни: Bush Babees f Q-Tip - 3 MCs

(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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bush Babees f Q-Tip - 3 MCs (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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 3 MCs: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/25796.html Все тексты песен: Bush Babees f Q-Tip » Bush Babees f Q-Tip - 3 MCs » Bush Babees f Q-Tip - Gravity Рекомендуем скачать: » Любовь Миненкова - Когда горят мосты » Леонид Сергеев - Ах, какая девушка » Лилия Третынко - Луковое ты моё горюшко!.. » Любовь Окунева - Счастье » Леонид Агутин - Вспомни о нем » Лилия Савицкая - Мне жить. И, видно, свой крест нести... » Людмила Чеботарева - Клеопатра (Из цикла Вечные Женщины) » Леонард Хируг - Всплески парного рассвета » Ласковый май - Уходит лето » Леонид Ткачук - Катерок » Лилия Хайлис - Маэстро (Посвящение Леониду Духовному) » Л.Долина - Новый год » Леонард Хируг - 20 000 000 » Леонид Мордберг - Приходят быстро даты перемен... » Лицей - Облака » Леонард Хируг - Я старых тайн пером коснусь... » Леонард Хируг - В поисках себя » Ляпис Трубецкой - Пастушок » Любовь Захарченко - Я не убила. Я разлюбила... » Любовь Окунева - Радость моя
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