Lyrics:
Something must be wrong with me
I kill this beat no 3rd degree
I re remember when people said I would never get better uh
They told me l need to grow
lost
In my 3rd degree im still ascending like a tree frog
Life is like a slope it’s up and down I’m tired of seesaws
I’m not really into playing games
Intro: P.R. Terrorist
Just enter the 3rd world
Clear Lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
for what they are not
fold it (uh-huh) check my resume
I'm like H&R Block when I rock
Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn
When I earn airtime like
Scott's vomit
Pawn shop, final 33 in the 3rd deep
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Side one track one, deadlock
Stalemate jailbreak wait to gain
Build
chase it down trying to kill the beat,
Yeah, ? me some,
Let me inhale then breathe,
And I will bring hell to heat the fire burns at 3rd degree
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
the purpose
They stay soft like they be detergents
You'll burn to the 3rd degree in my furnace
Me and emcee's I work with are leaders like the clergy be in
eye we occupy
The 3rd rock in the sky
93,000,000 miles away from where lava can fry
My momma in labor on the 4th, the hottest July
48 hours later,
Drunk sex the best slow neck & this the 3rd round (ooh)
Money in the bank it's a good day to tear the mall down (let's go)
No fucks to give bro I checked
And the 2nd time around
Ya better get the shit right
(By the 3rd time around)
It could be quicker than a glance
Fuck around and might not get another chance
Time
You and me in time
I pay the time by the first
Then I’m going broke by the 3rd
Fuck it I’m tripping like durst
And I don’t think nobody cares
Tryna
What’s my name? (Papa Burgundy)
Think about it hard 'cause you
Might've heard of me
Maybe on the track with 3rd Degree
If it don't ring a bell
You’re not
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
outta that situation, including, selling drugs and engaging in street violence).
3RD VERSE: MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW LYRICcL SUMMcRY:
LINES DEVELOPED cND
sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don't like guns
I don't like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass? I'm at home
Daily, I hunger for you
Cause without you, I just wander
3RD CHORUS
How am I going to live
Without you, Lord
How am I going to live
How am I going
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
Bruce Wayne
A telltale won't fail or get stale
'Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
Manson's my grandson, not so handsome
I'm
of pipe bombs and back drafts
My lyricism holds your mind like a Pharaoh
So I command MC's to burn to the 3rd degree
Then proceed to bone marrow
I'm
up out that door jumped up in a Tahoe
They already 5 deep he jumped up in the 3rd row
His cousin phone start to ring what's the word wya
He said I'm
spoke and at
That moment snap I went from *yawn* to woke up fast
Told me that about year ago his jalopy packed up on
3rd Mainland, at 24 minutes past 2am
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