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!!!