Three

[Intro] It goes a one, two, three and- [Verse 1: Masta Ace] Hear the gospel when it's chosen scripture It's the hitman for hire when he goes and gets ya Kinda violent when I hold and hit ya Yo, we can take this in the alley like a bowlin' picture You'll get two 'cross your lips like Sanford & Son These dudes fall for these hoes, won't stand for they sons These boys young and they lost and in need of directions When everything falls apart, you don't see the connections Karma is a bitch and she packin' a Glock And you 'bout to get shot like you back on the block Yo, I go to war like I'm wearin' fatigues Stevie Wonder in his prime, there's hair in them beads Not tryin' to say I'm a musical genius But understand, what I done, you don't usually see this This is thirty years of excellence Cop your tickets, see ya all at the next event [Chorus] EMC In the place to be As it is plain to see Dig it now One, two, three Ace, Strick, Words EMC [Verse 2: Stricklin] Yo, I know you miss me, yup, I've been gone for a minute It's 'cause I got a real job, somethin' like a lieutenant Tryin' to find me, truth be told, to be perfectly honest More than likely I'm in the mill with the homie Onyx Or in the lab with Marco, 'cause him and Ace is cookin' 'Bout to eat on this beat in a small place in Brooklyn The game's mine, your little space is tooken Shorty a G, of course she with me, that's just in case you lookin' Throw on some Timbs, now your life is gully That's absurd, you still a nerd and your wife is ugly Your credit bad and rappin' is not your forte I did verses for 4K out in Norway It's EMC 'til they drop the casket It's no question, so please don't even stop to ask it Wordsworth, Masta Ace and me Wherever we at is the place to be, three [Chorus] One, two, three EMC In the place to be As it is plain to see Dig it now One, two, three Ace, Strick, Words EMC [Verse 3: Wordsworth] Every bar marvelous, I'm a artist and novelist Full of danger like a bullet chamber in a revolver is Came as far up to par, to y'all, a narcicisst Where the ball party is I'm a star like Bob Marley is Watch your car, parkin' it while you shop in in Target Have your car targeted to blow you up your car startin' it We start arguin', I'll take a blade and then sharpen it Like Goodfellas, stab you in the trunk on your car carpetin' The other theory, the life of this brother's scary, he Is blessed like my mother is Mary and God fathered it My album release date on your forehead I'm carvin' it For marketin', found guilty then have the President pardon it Your arms too short to box with God, get dropped and scarred And bar-for-bar I'm too smart for y'all to spar with it Bring it back 'cause you're involved with it, talkin' solvin' it But the bottom of the problem is y'all part of it [Outro] Three