Three Hunnit

[Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke] Huh-ha!!!! [Verse 1: Akrobatik] Ayo I’m throwin’ off your hand-eye co-ordination Now your modus operandi is subordination Niggas notice how my band flies across the nation Masta Ace, Edo, and I – the coronation Radio guys: really, how can I support the station They only play music from dudes who can afford to pay them Fuck that – I’m stormin’ through with different forms of mayhem Whether you’re sleeping in, or steppin’ to the A.M Y'all rap niggas is hysterical That’s why we’re coming through to break down the walls like Chris Jericho You turn blue like varicose veins Soon as I shoot this convoluted venom dose to your brain (my nigga) Yeah, and as your system shuts down You recognize this is how the dope shit must sound I’m from New England, so you know when I touch down I’m in the spot with legends, and we’re tearing shit the fuck down [Hook] All for one, one for all You ready for the brawl, we answerin’ the call There’s only three of us, and 300 of y’all But we comin’ with the battering ram to break the walls [Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke] One for all, and all for one All for one, and one for all One for all, and all for one One, One, One, Huh-haaa!!! [Verse 2: Edo G.] Edo, Ace. Akro – bold, not bashful King of the castle, stop your ride, break your axle Break the shackle of the rascals with wack flow The baldy, dread, and afro – we assholes You’re the wrong groups hypeman Unexcitin’, Nazi – Adolf Eichmann Fightin’ the enlightenin’, the bottle of lightning’ Encitin', no bitin’ have you rappers re-writin’ Fuck conservatives and liberalism Never been forgivin’, ‘cuz I am the rhythm Fuck Illuminati and the symbolism Free your mind, homie, from the mental prison – ay! I been cocky, hip-hop hierarchy Ak been marinating just like teriyaki We don’t die – you can’t kill Rocky Love DJ’s, but hate Disc Jockeys [Hook] All for one, one for all You ready for the brawl, we answerin’ the call There’s only three of us, and 300 of y’all But we comin’ with the battering ram to break the walls [Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke] One for all, and all for one All for one, and one for all One for all, and all for one One, One, One, Huh! [Verse 3: Masta Ace] Listen – every verse that I spit, be on some personal shit I’mma be cursin’ every person you with Man, I’m just trying to urge you to quit while you’re behind ‘Cuz before you ahead, you gon’ be dead or lose your mind You ain’t verbally fit for the Fantastic Three – Ace, Ed, Ak Send you back to hell in a handbasket So beware – we go all out like a street fair You speak out, and get stretched out like a beach chair Don’t be quick to be looking to claim a victory ‘Cuz we swear – there’s all kinds of defeat here Now be clear, ‘cuz it’s all painfully obvious This ain’t a game, and our main aim is to body this Any jerk, saying he lyrically do work Ain’t worth shit, and his workmanship is the shoddiest This ain’t a party, it’s somethin’ closer to Mardi Gras We look at y’all and laugh at y’all, like ‘hardy har’ [Cuts: DJ Therapy aka Paten Locke] One for all, and all for one All for one, and one for all One for all, and all for one One, One, One, Huh-haaa!!!