Treacherous Three - Raiders of the Lost Art lyrics

[ Kool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders [ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x) [ Treacherous Three ] This is a funky expedition, a mission, I had a vision Stop, look and listen, yo, isn't it something missin? Take aim with precision like vision, it's a collision New styles are hittin, b-b-boom, bash, forgettin The laws, created by the creators There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators We did time with the rhyme like a bid Now we're puttin out hits on the new fake kids [ Kool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders [ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x) [ Treacherous Three ] Here comes the greatest, baby Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders We are the greatest, baby Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders Here comes the greatest, baby We are the Raiders, the Raiders Here comes the greatest We are the Raiders, the Raiders We're lookin for the gold We're searchin for the j**els We're mining for the coals We're working with the tools The keepers of the light, the owners of the dark Ain't nothin we're afraid of, we're the Raiders of the Art [ Kool Moe Dee ] I'm like a diamond in the rough, too tough You can't bring enough Ammunition, vision or wishin No need in bringin up 'The homeboy's-strapped-with-his-gat- In-his-lap' crap This is on the lyrical sk**s, you can scratch that My lyrical sk**s makes mills, pays bills And chills, all of the no-frill chills on the diznills Now who cares who k**s When you got true sk**? I'm kickin the real, yet and still Brothers flake until My relevance flips the script Dives and dips and hip-hops And drops and give props And knocks the kids out of the box and rips s**ers to bits and kick knowledge and lifts the hits When I get lifted, kid Take cover, no mercy on a brother He's kicked to the curb Then into the street, then into the gutter You c-c-can't win, n-n-no matter w-w-whatta Even if I stutter - I'm bu*ter [ Kool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders [ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x) [ Special K ] Time to pay the bills with lyrical sk**s Built in time to lock deals Crack seals, we build the real Technique, unique technique Did you really think My creatively level would ever sink a level shrink? Words are like missiles, bombs aim to hitcha, splitcha So you better beware when you hear the sound of a whistle Duck for cover, here comes a brother who lives in quadruples And still does it youthful And keeps away the display, expert rendition Poetic, energetic, with vision and precision Mystifyin, we're supplyin the funky stuff Boogie Down Bronx, neither could fade that I'm tough Rough on the floor, straight from the door There's nothin phoney when the one is only kickin the verse, yo Ask anybody familiar with my particular brand of funk Tell em to pump it in the trunk [ Kool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders [ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x) [ L.A. Sunshine ] Way back in the days we lit a flame in this rap game Groups like Tribe keep the vibe alive, and now the fire remains Self-preservation is man's first law I don't wanna start a war, but it's been done before Almost like deja-vu with a sick twist to An artform with warts torn, worn down, then run through But don't gimme no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pa** by You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art Played a big part from the start of hip hop, but now it's gotta stop And if you go and check the archives, read the lines of the hieroglyphics It says 'Sunshine's terrific' As sacred as a golden scarab Through my Creator I'm greater than the riches of a whealthy arab The Sun shines in the east, so step from the west On a musical archeological conquest [ Treacherous Three ] Here comes the greatest, baby Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders We are the greatest, baby Here comes the Raiders, the Raiders Here comes the greatest, baby We are the Raiders, the Raiders Here comes the greatest, baby We are the Raiders, the Raiders We're lookin for the gold We're searchin for the j**els We're mining for the coals We're working with the tools The keepers of the light, the owners of the dark Ain't nothin we're afraid of, we're the Raiders of the Art