DJ Format - 3 Feet Deep lyrics

[Abdominal] We're ready to begin so grab your spot on the floor 'cuz if you didn't know my name is Abdominal and I'm a soph*more Format release lots in store 'cuz 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 records play So please join me ladies and gentlemen In giving your nicest Format welcome to emceeeee D-sisive." [D-sisive] {Oo thank you, thank you, no really you're too kind} Since nineteen eight to the O I've been taking control Blazing the globe with the blue flame flow. On a chase for the throne with the flow so dope and Smooth you'd think I was a toupee's owner. An I cant stop 'til my name's known and I got love like Raymond Barone Hip-hop proclaim, illest master of ceremone ever born on Canadian soil. Even if I got a sore throat and a cold sore forms in the corner Of both lips making it harder to open my mouth and blurt out these dopest hits I'ma rock til I don't exist alongside Abdominal and Format Watching the crowds throw their hands up like Horshack [Abdominal] Abdominal flipping the intricate like Asian origami, Behind me a wake of devastation like a 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} Monkeys know where to focus the spotlight. On {on} D {D} si {si} sive {sive} And Abdominal then amplify the hypeness. With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks} Format we're not just tight we're zip-lock. [D-sisive] Calling all cars, we just got warning D-sisive and Abdominal's on the song Taking the law in their own palms back to back in a pose similar to Jean-Claude Super imposed in the poster as both men playing his own twin brother in the blood. [Abdominal] We making room for the leaf so follow man, you man, you unanimously called on this Olive tanned Jew with this two-man borderline albino crew for your musical needs. 'Cuz 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 'cuz 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 blond with her pants off But her hands on his man sausage in his own tour of the sandwich. [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} Monkeys know where to focus the spotlight. On {on} D {D} si {si} sive {sive} And Abdominal then amplify the hypeness. With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks} Format we're not just tight we're zip-lock. [Unknown] "Y'all cats rap fast, I can't grasp that, all them big words I done thought I miss-heard. Then I rewind got worse a second time, Abs, D-sisive, Format sorry boys but you're crap." [Together] Abs will pick up the paddle to kick off this lyrical table tennis spit sacred like phlegm in a sink of a Papal dentist. And I could win a mic fight by using the same line twice, ripping me is like a Mike fight Versus Vincent van Gogh sorry van Gof even the Pillsbury Doughboy says you're damn soft. Abdom and me 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 Guinness Pissed 'cuz 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 Christt" Start pissed off we're kids who spit soft, rip-offs contaminating hip-hop with sh** songs And like criss-cross their careers need pit stops when we in the mix PAUSE. [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} Monkeys know where to focus the spotlight. On {on} D {D} si {si} sive {sive} And Abdominal then amplify the hypeness. With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks} Format we're not just tight we're zip-lock.