Sons of 3rd Bass

"Here's my advice to all amateurs plannnnnnnning to give a performace:

speak up, and keep the act moving"

Servin the role, a sole step-child

Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin

While wakin up to noise of 3rd B-A-S-S, Bass

Success is butter for Serch's space

Spoken slang gets played like the lottery

Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me

lookin for the key to release that first piece

Three times two is six, Pete is one-three

I'm the other half, known as the other trey

Tourin to wild screams, the Third Son's born

Swarm to the lyrics cause Serch is your father

Screaming "Hey Ladies," why bother?

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

Sons, slim ones flee from the 3rd

Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the throat

Young useless, lyrically careless

Rhyme revolves around modes of mindless

If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a Beast'

prone to a lick of a waste

Taste the flav' of the original

Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical

Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul

Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold

out with high voice distorted

If a Beast' to wish play fetus, I'd have him ABORTED

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

Put to bed, three kids to a third track

Cap the front and grip, when they heard that

the crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Club Mars

Shook the Beast' and soon to be dubbed stars

Starring roles stone-faced from the brothers

Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others

stand by em, while they take the fall

The Beast' now lives in the Capitol

Record wrecks sets, Def Jam a true wrecker

The label is nothing but MC Black'n'Decker

Three boys buggin to the A.M.

You step to the Serch and I slam!

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme

Play the dude? It's sucker time

I stand I take a bust in my nut

and gave birth to three bastard sons

A record label, a King to 4th letter

Passin phases, non-legitimate trendsetters

Pop figures, who figured they'd get paid

Exploitin art the black man made

Played out hardcore flaws, step to stage

Your biggest fan, nine years of age

Broke out cause the swindler took your ducat

No talent on the tune, you might as well SUCK IT

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "How can you be so stupid?" *

Yo Serch, you know about that slum I'm speakin on?

Word is bond Pete, school em!

You know about that silver spoon havin

buckshot acne showin, L.A. weak-ass sellout

Non-legitimate, tip-doggin, Jethro pseudo intellectual

Dust-smokin, pretty boy playwrite posin

Folks wiggin, whinin annoyin Def Jam reject devil

White bread no money havin slum village people clonin

step children!

Sam Sever, serve the rest

Yo Sam, sc-hool em!

"He is stupid, but he knows that he is stupid

and that, almost makes him smart.. let's listen"

* DJ Richie Rich cuts "let's listen" *