Letra de 3 Ft Deep

We're ready to begin so grab your spot on the floor
As if you didn't know
My name is Abdominal on the sophomore
Format release lots in store cos we dropped again but this
Time with a slight twist, I brought a friend
Also hailing from the snowy north shores of Canada
Format fans, I introduce to you
The man of the year but I would even stretch so far as to say the decade
Watch him go crazy when the record plays
So please join me ladies and gentlemen in giving your
Nicest Format welcome to MC D-Sisive

(Thank you, thank you, no really you're too kind)

Since nineteen eight to the oh I've been taking control
Blazin the glow with the blue flame flow
On a chase for the throne with the flow so dope and
Smooth you'd think I was a toupée's owner
And I can't stop, til my name's known
And I got love like Raymond Barone
Hip-hop proclaim, illest master of ceremone ever born on Canadian soil
Even if I got a sore throat and a cold sore formed on the corner
Of both lips makin it harder to open my mouth and
Blurt out these dopest hits
I'ma rock til I don't exist
Alongside Abdominal and Format
Watching the crowd throw they hands up like Horshack

Abdominal flippin the intricate like asian origami
Behind me a wake of devastation like the course of tsunamis
And swarming armies couldn't force me from my chosen path
A juggernaut with a microphone in his grasp

Check (check) the (the) way (way) that (that)
You can't see us like needles in haystacks
When (when) we (we) rock (rock) mics (mics)
Roadies know where to focus the spotlight
On (on) D- (D-) Si (Si) sive (sive)
And Abdominal then amplifly the hypeness
With the beat (beat) by (by) disc (disc) jocks (jocks)
Format we're not just tight we're zip-locked

Calling all cars, we just got warning
D-Sisive and Abdominal's on a song
Taking the law in their own palms back to back
In a pose similar to Jean Claude
Superimposed in the poster as both men
playing in his own twin brother
In the plot
And you can root for the Leafs or follow Man U man
You unanimously call on this olive tanned
Jew with the two-man borderline-albino
Crew for your musical needs
Cause if I looked up beats
We weave effortlessly in and out of snares bass kicks
Coming tighter than a Cher face lift
Do you believe in life after love?
I hope so, cause
Once you touch the mic you get no love from any zone yo
D, grab the mic and just drop your fucking poem

Ready to blast off and blast y'all with just one strum
Like Luther Vandross getting handjobs
From a tanned blonde
With her pants off but her hands on
His man sausage and his own song
On the Samsung

Check (check) the (the) way (way) that (that)
You can't see us like needles in haystacks
When (when) we (we) rock (rock) mics (mics)
Roadies know where to focus the spotlight
On (on) D- (D-) Si (Si) sive (sive)
And Abdominal then amplifly the hypeness
With the beat (beat) by (by) disc (disc) jocks (jocks)
Format we're not just tight we're zip-locked

"Y'all cats rap fast, I can't grasp that
All them big words I done thought I misheard
Then I rewind, God you're worse the second time
Abs, D-Sisive, Format
Sorry boys but you're crap"

Abs will pick up the paddle
To kick off this lyrical table tennis
Spit sacred like phlegm in a sink of the papal dentist
(And I could win a mic fight by using the same line twice
Ripping ears like a Mike fight)
Versus Vincent Van Goh, sorry, Van Gogh
Even the Pillsbury Dough Boy says you're damn soft
(Abdominy ziggy star, y'all can't touch us
Like a dirty tampon with pants on)
The illest can't comment easy to see
(We getting played all the way to the BBC)
Leaving you 3 feet deep like a dead midget
(Floating in the river like a widget in a Guiness
Pissed cause he couldn't make the swim team)
So just swam his final race, up shit's creek
(So don't forget we crazy swift)
I'm Andy Bernstein
(And I'm Derek Christ-)

-off pissed off with kids who spit soft
Rip-offs, contaminated hip-hop with shit songs
They're like Kriss Kross their careers need pit stops
When we're in the mix - PAUSE

Check (check) the (the) way (way) that (that)
You can't see us like needles in haystacks
When (when) we (we) rock (rock) mics (mics)
Roadies know where to focus the spotlight
On (on) D- (D-) Si (Si) sive (sive)
And Abdominal then amplifly the hypeness
With the beat (beat) by (by) disc (disc) jocks (jocks)
Format we're not just tight we're zip-locked