Lyrics:
that tumble by degree
Like laughing children one by one
They look like you and me
So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Your feet are hot
can drop a body
With some hallow tips
Cause verbally
I burn emcees
To the 3rd degree
& Certainly
I’m currently
Just surfing
On a merking streak
I work
perfectly certainly
Curving these lil birdies be burning shit 3rd degree
Skool of hard knocks nigga on my 3rd degree
Paint da coup white nigga so you know
you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it,
turn to God bet them burns are gonna be 3rd degree
Control you on and off the net
You can't tell me that's a flex
Boy, I'll tell you what instead
I
Remedy different
I rather just work and see
Me and a baddie
I tell em
Close curtain these
Flaming these niggas
Get burned in the 3rd degree
3rd pew from the front
Little more superstitious when feeling low on a hunch
Triple my blessings the goodness
Pass it on to the left
We could share
creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise
I
on a date like a
Lifer granted board
Imani on the mic like 23
Spitting heat
My tongue should be burnt to the 3rd degree
I go after do like re mi
I pay you
on the wild side
From the 3rd to the 5th dimension
We will take it step by step
Resolving in the 4D-Matrix
There's a rough path we must take
To get control
With her wild and wicked talk.
They hanged her by the river
Where so many times she wandered
And left her children motherless
In sorrow and in shock.
degree
And it can't be-a-boy unless you be D
You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape
And if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape
Beats flow from
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
Bomb us and we'll bomb you back, the choice is yours
3rd quarter, I'm finna run up the score
You don't wanna know what lies in store
Dropping fifty in
Fucked up, she kept me first
Yeah, I had to jump off the curb
Came up, throwing' up 3rd
Yeah, bad bitch from the suburb
Big Crib , somewhere I ain't heard
locksmith, I'm never off-key
Walk-on air lil nigga check my Nike
It's a stickup, now she on her fuckin knees
I'mma turn it up to the 3rd degree
Don't give
It's the KMD ? g fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole
So what you playing
"KMD and 3rd bass is just
the 3rd
And we bout to go & serve
With these dopamine words
Where they fiening for a verse
And I hit 'em with it hurts
If they wanna make it worse
I be
fam in your grave you gon rot
3rd grade lunchroom money stuffed in my socks
My teacher told me you get three hots and cot
Yea you only get three hots
She never saw the face
Of that boy again
She was sent to rehab
By the 3rd circuit court
That place was a sieve
And it was easy to score
She punched
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
(Yo)
Even if you didn't have ears, you better act like you heard of me
Little attitude, plus the 3rd degree
Xtra at your service, as if there's other
the logic in that bitch,
About to murder you, personally, certainly, verbally, burn you 3rd degree, surgically,
I'll give you the curtesy,
If not for me
ride
I love all her flaws in-spite
My impurities
She staying right by my side
We know ain't nobody perfect
No need for the 3rd degree
I ain't got time
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