Abdominal - 3 Feet Deep lyrics

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Abdominal - 3 Feet Deep lyrics

[Abdominal We're ready to begin so grab your spot on the floor As if you didn't know My name is Abdominal and I'm a soph*more Format released lots in store cos we dropped again but this Time with a slight twist, I brought a friend Also hailing from the snowy north shores of Canada Format fans, I introduce to you The man of year but I would even stretch so far but to say the decade Watch him go crazy when the record plays So please join me ladies and gentlemen in giving your Nicest Format welcome to emceeeeeeee D-Sisive (Thank you, thank you, no really your too kind) [D-Sisive] Since nineteen eight to the o I've been taking control Blazin the glow with the blue flame flow On a chase for the throne with the flow so dope and Smooth you'd think I was a toupe's owner And I can't stop, til my name's known And I got love like Ray Barone Hip-hop proclaim, illest master of ceremone ever born on Canadian soil Even if I got a sore throat and a cold sore formed on the corner Of both lips makin it harder to open my mouth and Blurt out these dopest hits I'mma rock til I don't exist Alongside Abdominal and Format Watching the crowd throw their hands up like Horshack [Abdominal] Abdominal flippin the intricate like asian origami Behind me a wake of devastation like the course of tsunamis And swarming armies couldn't force me from my chosen path A juggernaut with a microphone in his grasp Chorus Check (check) the (the) way (way) that (that) You can't see us like needles in haystacks When (when) we (we) rock (rock) mics (mics) Roadies know where to focus the spotlight On (on) D- (D-) Si (Si) sive (sive) And Abdominal then amplifly the hypeness With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks} Fomat we're not just tight we're zip-locked Calling all cars, we just got warning D-Sisive and Abdominal's on a song Taking the law in their own palms back to back In a pose similar to Jean Claude Superimposed in the poster as both men play with his own twin brother In the blood And you can root for the Leafs or follow Man U man You unanimously call on this olive tanned Jew with the two-man borderline-albino Crew for your musical needs Cause if I looked up beats We weave effortlessly in and out of snares ba** kicks Coming tighter than a Cher face lift Do you believe in life after love? I hope so, cause Once you touch the mic you get no love from any zone yo D, grab the mic and just drop your f**ing poem [D-Sisive] Ready to blast off and blast y'all with just one strum Like Luther Vandross getting handjobs from a tanned blonde With her pants off but her hands on his man sausage in his own tour Of the sandwich Chorus "Y'all cats rap fast, I can't grasp that All them big words I done thought I missheard Then I rewind, god you're worse the second time Abs, D-Sisive, Format Sorry boys but you're crap" [Abdominal (D-Sisive)] Abs will pick up the paddle to kick off this lyrical table tennis Spit'sacred like phlegm in a sink of the people dentist (And I could win a mic fight by using the same line twice Ripping me is like a mic fight) Versus Vincent Van Gogh, sorry, Van Gogh Even the Pillsberry Dough Boy says you're damn soft (Abdominy ziggy star, y'all can't touch us Like a dirty tampon with pants on) The illest can't comment easy to see (We getting played all the way to the BBC) Leaving you 3 feet deep like a dead midget (Floating in the river like a widget in a Guiness Pissed cause he couldn't make the swim team) So just swam his final race, up sh**'s creek (So don't forget we crazy swift) I'm Andy Bernstein (And I'm Derek Christe) [Abdominal & D-Sisive] Start pissed off with kids who spit soft Rip-offs, contaminated hip-hop with sh** songs They like criss-cross their careers need pit stops When we're in the mix - PAUSE Chorus