Talking: E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man? D: Hey yo what's up E-Swift E: Ah man, nuttin' much, I'm just sittin' here chillin' man Sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the f** Everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many Confusing images E: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man They forgot the real purpose of this sh**, man, we about To let them know, right now The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes It's all a hundred, like hundred yards I'm scorin' Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin' Or storage, mad n***as rhymes straight be pourage Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein Uh, make you clench ya' teeth Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets And Defari Herut, true lyrically complete This (singing) perfect combination Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights And just when you think that it's over we regenerate Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable Steady watch these card table emcees fold Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most definately *scratches* I'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat) The sk**s i posess are never less than real My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel My n***as know how i feels (what?) Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round" Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync With every raw-deal beat A lot of n***as run a couple laps, I'm runnin' track meets The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most definately *scratches* I'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat) E: That's exactly what I'm talkin' about man Know what I'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats Man, sh**'s raw from the streets, sh** that got us here today Is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man Man you gotta kick some more sh**, man f** that D: It ain't over Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst In the form of a verse i'll rehearse Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries f**in' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced Rimmy-type star be at the bar I recollect, then i French connect with Grand Moniar Or Moniet, this n***a Herut from LA City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days Too many n***as actin' funny ways Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography Hey yo I'm not impressed or startled I roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle With a bottle of Hen i worldwind Defari in this with fitness until the very end And even then i'll begin again A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee And now you wonder why most definately *scratches* I'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore (Repeat 3x) *scratches mixed with chorus till fade*