Текст (слова) песни: Bush Babees f Q-Tip - Gravity

(Mr. Man)
Hey yo, MC am I
People call me Man
I`m everywhere like air, so watch as I expand
Live and direct from out the Flatbush lands
`Cause I got more rhymes than the beach got sand

(Lee Majors)
(who you be son?)
Well yo MC am I; people call me "L"
Can`t forget the double-e Major I rock well
In `86 used to sport Pumas wit` Gazelles
`96: Yo, I just rock mics and excel

(Q-Tip)
Hey yo, MC a b people call me air
See me on Jamaica Ave. sippin` half-and-half
I got a special-issued mic that`s guaranteed steel
Bustin` rhymes at the crowd to make the shorties feel

(All)
(Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it)
It`s the 3 MCs
You know we hold these mics tight
We the 3 MCs
We do it right e` night
With a scratch
And a cut
We `bout to tear shit up

(Mr. Man)
See most of y`all really do not know how you should operate
You need to contemplate `cause you really cannot stop the wait
Just cooperate
Let me select the path
You do not know the half simply `cause you don`t know the math
On how to automate the graph
So follow the leader
The 9-Ether--rapper`s get split like amoeba
By the fire-breather
Get burned beyond recognition
It`s Mr. Man the accurate be blurrin` up your vision

(Lee Majors)
I pack a .45 caliber hollow-tipped pen
Make `em say "What happen when he be rappin`?"
Make a move son. I kill bystanders and all
Check the autops`[y] the words that I dropped in his skull
If you want a nigga draw, pull out your best rhymes
Make your same gun-finger turn into peace sign

Came back with tips swallowed
Hip-hop Puritan show these niggas how you drop it

(Q-Tip)
We `bout to drop it like the Pharcyde or Reggie Miller
Camouflage on--rescuin` rap guerilla
Tricklin` down: verb, noun cascade
Precious as jade, never heard the word `fade`
Positive vibes is way too influential
Wack rhyme sayers need to keep it confidential
Kick it up like tornadoes
Trash cats get tomatoed
Beat you like Bruno
Watch yo` eye get the tape

It was a Friday night
And no moves was bein` fakin`
And the people was breakin`
And the house was shakin`
And it won`t be long `til e`body knowin`
That the 3 MCs was on the mic

(Mr. Man)
Check me out, boy, in high-speed or slo`-mo`
Came down to Earth to rock this ill promo`
Never sound wack on tape, `cause that`s a no-no
So turn me up loud
And put the needle to the

(Lee Majors)
With all of these
Pimps, players, mafiosos, and G`s
Make me wonder "Is there any room for just a MC?"
Same shit, different beat; can`t take it no more
You and your man bought the same rhyme from the same store

(Q-Tip)
You bought it from the same store
and kicked the rhyme until your throat`s sore
Now we got to up the ante much, much more
Allah put us all here for a reason
We `bout to change the seasons
From these three you`ll never smell treason

(Mr. Man)

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