Too Kool Posse - Give 'Em a Sample Lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]

Now I'm gonna sit down and let the rhythmn spark a brain cell

Spontaneous the way that I dwell

And to the beat like a predator, the stage is my habitat

When I'm at war mic becomes a battle axe

I write the lingo to hype up this single

I make you fever for the flavor like Pringles

Design a rhyme like a strategist

When I plan the attack all the suckers get mad at this

To prove the point that Tone is on the uprise

He'll drop a beat so Marquis can improvise

Super vocal, the hyped up dopefiend

If I was meant to flow, I'd flow upstream

To show an MC that my approach is different

No beating around the bush cause I'm straight up business

Reactin like molecules to cause your friction

Tone is my producer, Kay does the mixin

Right on time I intertwine with the rhyme

I let the beat flow smooth so I can add the bassline

I get the cue for me to give an example

Yo Kay, get quick on the mix, give em a sample



[ VERSE 2 ]

As a wise man said, you have to prove you're worthy

That's why I grab the mic and I show no mercy

Get straight to the point like steel to amagnet

Time to detonate, watch for the fragments

I take rhymes, stick em to the beat, he's pitchin

The rap Bo Jackson's up and I'm hittin

You a homerun that's pumpin to the maximum

No time to slow down, so I'ma add some

Style and techniques by one rhymer and a DJ

We're sittin on the world, listenin to the replay

Runnin backtracks, never eat a bowl of Sugar Smacks

Cause when I rhyme I'm a potent aphrodisiac

Makin your hormones quicken with the blend

I take a pause on a break and let the rhymes flow in

Slow like a thunder cloud, inconspicuous

For me to grab the crowd, make a sap look ridiculous

The art of war is to conquer all obstacles

For this soldier nothin is impossible

My pulse rate quickens when it's time to unwind

Just gimme the mic and it's showtime



[ VERSE 3 ]

Track three, yo Tone, what you're doin?

Pump up the bass, I feel a brainstorm brewin

And that's when it's time to come smooth like satin

It's the bottom of the ninth, I'll do the battin

I'm sittin and waitin with a rhyme on a enema tongue

Like a viper ready to strike one

Down, and leavin no wounds intent to

And 911, homebody, cannot help you

When I let the DJ spark my combustion

And all the words form from the pen I'm clutchin

Down on line paper, the newest rap caper

Who rhymes like a bystander with this tape of

Paragraphs, sentences, words and adjectives

Combine it all togetheer on lyrics is what's happenin

Marquis's shinin with the sparkle of a dope rope

And I'm winnin, make the suckers hope

To ever try to get it or even want it

But only the chosen few could ever flaunt it

In ways that pays for things that are material

Barin a course straight for your cerebral

Membrane, or audible organ

Or should I say our eardrum to change the slogan

The term which explains why the DJ's scratchin

It's because of the drum and his allergic reaction

To the suckers on the sideline who need an example

Yo Kay, get quick with the mix, give em a sample