Three Times Dope - Improvin Da Groovin Lyrics
Three Times Dope Lyrics
Improvin Da Groovin Lyrics
(Wind it up, baby)
[VERSE 1: EST]
Knocker, don't ever try to clock the rocker
Command a whole clan just like Shaka
Can't stop the stylin when it's in effect
If you're wet behind the ears, ock, ya stay damp
Suckers oppose me soon as they hear me
Dope stuff invites all kinds of theories
But I eat up and have ate up all type of MC's
Who couldn't quite write rhymes like these
So tune your senses, make a consensus
Of on the ball sentences written by ES
Newsters cryin 'bout things so self-evident
Only speak on issues that you know are relevant
Or pertinent, rally with some structure
Instead of blurtin out wild conjectures
My knack the fact I'm black therefore I can adapt
And gap ya with my rap as if I was fully strapped
No need to watch your back, no need for sneak attack
I'd rather be face to face when I wax
Despite if ya hyped or psyched or comin right
You fill me with no fright and will get bust tonight
You'se a peon, been that way for eons
Sayin the same weak rhyme ES got beyond
Sure that you will find satisfaction Jackson
In every line of mine and everything Chuck designed
Hauntin ya so you'll never forget me
Just like those who chose to roll with me
Ultimately the result is for you bonkey
Mh-hm, yeah, still on me like a monkey
Way off the mark if you try to spark
A little debate, ya crooked Holmes, set yaself straight
I differentiate cause I'm the Unusual
Don't you disillusion yourself, the deal is dealt
Dig upon the Chuck Nice track, try to get with it
To divide and conquer is the only way you benefit
Like DJ Tat and Steady Boomin
To get paid you must stay improvin da groovin
[VERSE 2: EST]
From inside of myself it's often the way I recite
Usin lots of insight to shed a little bright light
Cause after all you can't remain the same every time
So I get new ways to rhyme
Work dilligent, any piece of loose leaf I'm fillin it
So I can be right to rock mics and be killin it
Used to be they'd sneak in like two at a time
But now everybody and they mom wanna rhyme
The quality's lowly, some rely solely
Upon their peers for the new ideas
But not Sinister E, with it never shall be, see
Cause I'm down with 3-D
Seldom on a LP will everything be
Hype and right till you wanna take flight
To the Chumpy Chump, pick it up, burn the needle on it
Cause you sort of can't stop rockin dances on it
Chock-full of funky things to make you jump right on us
The lyrics that be straight for your anus
Come across the name 3-D, they can't explain us
Spies on the inside always tryina drain us
I can't slip, get whipped or be on somebody else tip
So I gotta stay hip
Tone, T, Black, Rock, Queed, can't forget my man Berton
And on ya he put a hurtin
Sy, Rod, Ice, Chuck Nice, DJ Wood, Cool C, T-a-t
Boomin Steady, Killa Joe, what you know
Baya-Atim, it seem never dread
When what you're sayin is dead
You gotta know the jam is in like Flynn
And then my friend you won't have to pretend
The boys from HP and Hilltop be bruisin
Cheer me on stage and I'm improvin da groovin
[VERSE 1: EST]
Knocker, don't ever try to clock the rocker
Command a whole clan just like Shaka
Can't stop the stylin when it's in effect
If you're wet behind the ears, ock, ya stay damp
Suckers oppose me soon as they hear me
Dope stuff invites all kinds of theories
But I eat up and have ate up all type of MC's
Who couldn't quite write rhymes like these
So tune your senses, make a consensus
Of on the ball sentences written by ES
Newsters cryin 'bout things so self-evident
Only speak on issues that you know are relevant
Or pertinent, rally with some structure
Instead of blurtin out wild conjectures
My knack the fact I'm black therefore I can adapt
And gap ya with my rap as if I was fully strapped
No need to watch your back, no need for sneak attack
I'd rather be face to face when I wax
Despite if ya hyped or psyched or comin right
You fill me with no fright and will get bust tonight
You'se a peon, been that way for eons
Sayin the same weak rhyme ES got beyond
Sure that you will find satisfaction Jackson
In every line of mine and everything Chuck designed
Hauntin ya so you'll never forget me
Just like those who chose to roll with me
Ultimately the result is for you bonkey
Mh-hm, yeah, still on me like a monkey
Way off the mark if you try to spark
A little debate, ya crooked Holmes, set yaself straight
I differentiate cause I'm the Unusual
Don't you disillusion yourself, the deal is dealt
Dig upon the Chuck Nice track, try to get with it
To divide and conquer is the only way you benefit
Like DJ Tat and Steady Boomin
To get paid you must stay improvin da groovin
[VERSE 2: EST]
From inside of myself it's often the way I recite
Usin lots of insight to shed a little bright light
Cause after all you can't remain the same every time
So I get new ways to rhyme
Work dilligent, any piece of loose leaf I'm fillin it
So I can be right to rock mics and be killin it
Used to be they'd sneak in like two at a time
But now everybody and they mom wanna rhyme
The quality's lowly, some rely solely
Upon their peers for the new ideas
But not Sinister E, with it never shall be, see
Cause I'm down with 3-D
Seldom on a LP will everything be
Hype and right till you wanna take flight
To the Chumpy Chump, pick it up, burn the needle on it
Cause you sort of can't stop rockin dances on it
Chock-full of funky things to make you jump right on us
The lyrics that be straight for your anus
Come across the name 3-D, they can't explain us
Spies on the inside always tryina drain us
I can't slip, get whipped or be on somebody else tip
So I gotta stay hip
Tone, T, Black, Rock, Queed, can't forget my man Berton
And on ya he put a hurtin
Sy, Rod, Ice, Chuck Nice, DJ Wood, Cool C, T-a-t
Boomin Steady, Killa Joe, what you know
Baya-Atim, it seem never dread
When what you're sayin is dead
You gotta know the jam is in like Flynn
And then my friend you won't have to pretend
The boys from HP and Hilltop be bruisin
Cheer me on stage and I'm improvin da groovin
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