Three Times Dope - Believe That lyrics

[ VERSE 1: EST ] Once again I get clever on another endeavor While you try to get it together and come better The so Sinister rhyme go-getter Gotta be a winner, that's why I'm the Administer Tell ya what's my function from the introduction 3-D and the Hilltop are all in conjunction Makin it right, makin you twist Makin conversation, hand over fist Programmin myself to be the premier MC of the century Speakin my peace but it ain't for anybody It only pertains to you loudmouth smarties Who love to see me stumble and my empire crumble You know best, so under your breath you mumble You know it ain't gon' happen when you hear the hand claps You knowin that I'm flowin countin all the green snaps Pullin up in my DJ's ride To Crush and Bust and bring you over to the Dope Side Ya first saw, then dropped your jaw You didn't even know the ES was a young boy The way I roll makes you think I'm old So there's really no need for my age to be told Kicked the wisdom and you still say I'm a new jack You're full of it, plus on the tip, believe that [ VERSE 2: EST ] Some of you think I will shrink, lose my lyric boldness I am like the South Pole when it's at its coldest Coolin like an ice cube in the refrig While you little league lyricists try to hit big I ain't collosal, but I'm in the right direction Searchin for affection, EST will keep steppin The way I'm inclined, sort of like a mic ripper Get off the tipper, skipper, I'm the big dipper My speech like an iron claw, cuttin like a saw Givin you a crystal-clear idea usin metaphors About to show you all who's hardcore When your'e stamped on and amped on in front of your boys We all originated from the very same place Identified by race but all by God's grace With a deep mental perspective and I'm quite receptive And I perceive what my brothers don't believe But that's a little far fetched to conceive My boys lose faith? Man, never down HP The way I rap is that of a real cool cat And you know my pockets gonna stay fat Believe that [ VERSE 3: EST ] Seriously, this is a message to you wanna-be's You're all garbage in the first degree Segregatin s**ers, the streetwise lone ranger You ain't been exposed, you's a stranger to danger Soon as you see a little competition you flee I tell all the the s**er MC's come to me And I know there's someone out there secretly tryin to dis But home-b, you don't want none of this I return your diss just for spite Matter of fact, I pimp-smack you in the head with the mic You see, they call me Sinister, start with me, I finish ya Rap like a beginner and thus become a prisoner Charged with wackness, rockin out of order s**er type don't even deserve bread and water Some of you old heads jammin like new jacks But yet you get over like a fat rat Everytime our jams play out, you know that on the comeback We're gonna bumrush, believe that