歌曲 | U-N-D-E-F-E-A-T-E-D |
歌手 | The Undefeated Three |
专辑 | Rare and Unreleased 1982 - 1985 |
作词 : Eric Lockett/Stevens/McDonald | |
作曲 : Eric Lockett/Stevens/McDonald | |
Check it out | |
[Chorus: x2] | |
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
[Verse 1: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz] | |
Attention, other rappers, look up here, please | |
I got something to say to all you MCs | |
Now I know you think you're good, but soon you'll agree | |
That you could never in your life be as good as me | |
'Cause what I got is sufficient enough | |
But the rhymes you say are older than dust | |
See, I've been MCin' eight years | |
And when I get on the mic, they chant and cheer | |
'Cause they know the Funkmaster is capable | |
To subdue any MC 'cause I got pull | |
But a brother like you comes out of the blue | |
Talking all that mumbo-jumbo, that crap won't do | |
'Cause all that doеs is intimidate me | |
To challengе you, so you could see | |
That I'm the candidate in this campaign | |
And you're just a bum coming out of the rain | |
You must got three balls, for even thinking | |
That you could mess with me, you need a spanking | |
You don't got the capabilities or facilities | |
To even compare yourself to little old me | |
So don't make no gestures or funny remarks | |
Or I'll put you in the toaster like a Pop-Tart | |
I'm not trying to be aggressive or be a bully | |
But the Funkmaster is extraordinary | |
Ask the President, Congress or Senator | |
You can even ask him, you can even ask her | |
They'll tell you who's the best and who the people request | |
It's not 'cause I got juice or the way I dress | |
It's 'cause rapping, it is an art | |
And every statement I make comes from the heart | |
So don't try to play possum and try to hide | |
And don't try to take me for a horseback ride | |
Don't try to cop out and expect me | |
To accept your pathetic apology | |
Because you bit the apple and found it was rotten | |
Now you assume everything would be forgotten | |
But now you realize you're messing with the Wiz | |
The brother who's chilling with twelve inches | |
But it's guys like you, who get dropped | |
By a brother like me, I'm solid as a rock | |
But I know you don't wanna get physical | |
Because you know, baby doll, you're not capable | |
So tell all your friends who you souped up | |
That today is the day you pressed your luck | |
You put your big nose where it doesn't belong | |
Now you're singing Humpty-Dumpty song | |
I'm not through yet, so stand right there | |
See, I'm gonna be your worsest nightmare | |
Everytime I hear, you're at a party | |
You can expect to bump into me | |
Out in the crowd, staring at you | |
And the three-letter word I'll be yelling is 'Boo' | |
And I'm telling everybody who's standing there | |
"The brother on the mic is softer than diarrhea" | |
And if you don't like it, throw up your fist | |
But you won't, 'cause you know you can't handle this | |
We're the | |
[Chorus: x2] | |
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
[Verse 2: ZG] | |
Intelligent multitude, listen to me | |
Because I'm known as the human rappin' dictionary | |
And for every phrase I say to amaze | |
I know the definition in a thousand ways | |
My intellect is well-rounded, I'm astute | |
And my mental modules are ready to compute | |
With little repetition or reiteration | |
I end all positions when I begun | |
Now I'm like a tape recorder, 'cause I can rewind | |
(Rewind can I 'cause, recorder tape a like I'm) | |
Listen to my elocution, stare in awe | |
This is only the commencement, I've got more | |
At the [?] plus ultra pinnacle of vortex | |
In other words I'm at the top, my apex | |
And any indolent who tries to compete | |
Will suffer for his insolence under both of my feet | |
The coup-de-grâce will be delivered by me | |
To put him out of, his misery | |
Because my microphone talent generates from the source | |
The innermost nebular of most cerebrum of course | |
Where electronic impulses are transferred | |
Into thoughts which are then conveyed by words | |
The computer was pretty good in its time | |
But truly it cannot compare to this mind of mine | |
There's not a day when my thoughts cease to expand | |
I can fathom anything, or understand | |
I'm sharp as a stiletto, and ready to slice | |
Straight through the competition 'cause I'm that nice, hey | |
This literary genius was brought to thee | |
Courtesy of ZG, the rappin' dictionary | |
Like that, y'all, and you don't stop | |
To the funky beat, baby doll, it makes your body rock | |
And get down, and you don't quit | |
Because the music is known as the ultimate | |
[Chorus] | |
And we're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
[Verse 3: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz] | |
Well I'm your host for the next half-hour | |
The Funkmaster Wiz, the man who's high-powered | |
And rappin' on the mic is what I do best | |
It's what separates me from the rest | |
My rhymes excite him and excite her | |
I don't need a pencil, I use a typewriter | |
And you might say that I'm so modest | |
But that's how it is with the Wizologist | |
Spelled W-I-Z-O-L-O-G-I-S-T | |
I used to rock alone, a solo MC | |
But now I got two other brothers down with me | |
Fighting the whole damn war without artillery | |
The Undefeated Three, a three-man army | |
Defying the laws of gravity | |
The deadly Kool Supreme, he's down with my team | |
And he never stops rhymin', he's an MC fiend | |
Like a junkie needs a needle, he needs his mic | |
'Cause it cures his MC appetite | |
And there's Easy, the rappin' dictionary | |
When he's not on the mic he's in some girl's nookie | |
There's something else I didn't tell you, that you should know | |
That me and Easy-G we both are Virgos | |
And neither one of us cannot be handled | |
So don't go around and make up no scandal | |
Sayin' you dissed one of the three | |
'Cause you'll be putting your life in jeopardy | |
'Cause Kool ain't going for it, and neither am I | |
And knowing G he'll walk up and smack you in the eye | |
And me, personally, I go berzerk | |
And if you say something like that, you're gonna get hurt | |
'Cause I'm the coach, so when you make the approach | |
[?] you'll be stepped on just like a roach | |
Now you can try to duck, you can try to block | |
But eventually, you're gonna drop | |
Whatever race or religion, make the right decision | |
'Cause head on head is one hell of a collision | |
I'm not a wimp and I don't have to pimp | |
And even though I'm short, I'm not a shrimp | |
I'm just as much man as anybody | |
And there's a whole bunch of people who can vouch for me | |
So, when you talk, don't spit and don't give me no lip | |
And whatever you say better be accurate | |
And since I'm the coach, you say it to me | |
But make sure you speak with courtesy | |
And now you can act all ill and play like you're bug | |
Or dress up like, Boy George on Culture Club | |
But when I come around, you put it on hold | |
And flush that crap down the toilet bowl | |
'Cause I'm the Funkmaster, MC Wizard Wiz | |
And you all know that [?] | |
So keep this in mind when you're all alone | |
That the life you save may be your own | |
You might get through the Kool and the G and live | |
But don't forget you gotta go face to face with Wiz | |
[Chorus] | |
We're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
[Verse 4: Kool Supreme] | |
I'm everlasting like the clear blue sky | |
I'll never be answered like the question why | |
Not pathetic, energetic with a big ego | |
Gonna be number one, that's all I know | |
'Cause I'm like a computer with bits and bytes | |
Everything I say is [?] | |
Since life is short I'm gonna be blunt | |
The hunted get hunted and the hunters hunt | |
Anyone you might be, it don't mean nothing to me | |
'Cause nobody can change destiny | |
'Cause if you got what it takes you'll get what you deserve | |
If you don't, you'll be in the park with the birds | |
But a brother like me got it all figured out | |
I get money and honey by shocking the house | |
And it'll be real easy 'cause MCing for me | |
Is like Eyewitness News on ABC | |
It come on every day, rain or shine | |
And that's just how I am with my funky rhymes | |
'Cause I'm guaranteed to put through your ears | |
Some of the funkiest rhymes you'll ever hear | |
Unlike other MCs I'm reliable | |
When I'm on the mic I perform miracles | |
I can take your lies and make them true | |
Yes play with your mind like I always do | |
'Cause I'm a MC fiend, the uptown kid | |
I'm a hundred percent of one hundred | |
And ever since I was nine, I wanted to rhyme | |
I knew I would be the best in due time | |
So I laid back, peeping out the wack | |
Making my strategy, planning my attack | |
And now I'm [?] so don't you shout | |
And before a fly goes in it, close your mouth | |
Because the Kool is back and ain't a damn thing changed | |
Like [?] is still my middle name | |
I'm here to do a few things | |
Rock the mic, collect my money and get some trim | |
If I happen to only do two out of three | |
Well, I can always go to Plan B | |
If Plan B doesn't work, hey that's alright | |
I'll just salvage what I can and call it a night | |
'Cause when things work out to my dismay | |
I remember that tomorrow's another day | |
So when life gets you down, don't you fuss | |
'Cause remember that it happens to the best of us | |
[Chorus] | |
We're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
[Verse 5: ZG] | |
Going stanza after stanza, I do plan to | |
Make MCs step on the microphone commander | |
Score a perfect ten like Nadia Comăneci | |
There's not a goal that's beyond my reach | |
Like an atomic pile I'm hot to the core | |
Like a heat-seeking missile, my shot is sure | |
Now my rhymes will amaze ya, faze ya then daze ya | |
I got a lot of stances, I'm sharp as a razor | |
Just like Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Bach | |
My rhymes are all classic and I'm quite a shock | |
I'm virtually unbeatable in the art of rhyming | |
With time, the level of my talent keeps climbing | |
To the top of the pile, proving I'm versatile | |
Girlies [?] with a smile | |
I'll take a [?] an inch and stretch it into a mile | |
Let MCs line up in single-file | |
To be blown away, completely annihilated | |
By each and every one of these rhymes I've created | |
My talent [?] other rappers [?] universal appeal | |
Like a knight in shining armor, a mic's what I wield | |
Your attention will mention I'm best of the best | |
Any foe that I know adds up to less | |
I'm contender for the title, I mean the crown | |
Champion of Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and Boogie Down | |
Pushing high power watts, producing volts | |
My energy will dissipate like a thunderbolt | |
If you do not believe you can feel my wrath | |
It's your prerogative to step in my path | |
Creative is what I am, I cannot lie | |
Thought after thought I'll magnify | |
Creating a power source to the extreme | |
One touch is enough to make you scream | |
Step back, keep your distance, I'm high resistance | |
There's not another MC like me in existence | |
King of the throne and barbaric like Conan | |
You won't see me retreat from defeat by no man | |
Like that, and [?] don't stop | |
The funky beat, and baby doll, it makes your body rock | |
[Chorus] | |
We're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
[Verse 6: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz] | |
You say New York City, we just wanna let y'all know who the Undefeated Three consist of: | |
First of all, I'm the funkdafied, tranquilized, [?], harmonized, [?] rock the [?] | |
The [?], magical, anti-gravical, [?], bionical, even [?] | |
The nutritionist, funkiest elementarianist, the Wizologist, the Funkmaster Wizard Wiz, next man | |
[Verse 7: Kool Supreme] | |
I'm Kool Supreme, here to make you scream | |
Don't mess with no girls under sixteen | |
Burn through your brain like a laser beam | |
Don't drink O.E. 'cause it's gasoline | |
Rock to the beat so sweet and mean | |
Always on the scene | |
And I go by the name of the technique Kool, the man who make you drool | |
Rock you down 'cause the mic's my tool | |
And the throne will soon be mine, and I will rule | |
Next man | |
You want me to go now? | |
Yeah | |
[Verse 8: ZG ] | |
In the place to be, with pride and dignity | |
You can see number one in New York City | |
I'm in the lead, I'm what you need | |
Rap with speed, out to succeed to make it heard first, not third | |
Using funky words, flying higher than a bird | |
My defense is intelligence | |
I have enough influence to be an MC prince | |
I'll explain, I won't detain, experience on my brain is what I gain | |
I'm gonna come out with sophisticated, dedicated | |
Precisely computated, funky fresh rap rhymes that I created | |
Oh yeah, I'm not gonna say a rap | |
I'm just the electrifying Easy G, alright? | |
And we are the Undefeated Three, huh! |
zuò cí : Eric Lockett Stevens McDonald | |
zuò qǔ : Eric Lockett Stevens McDonald | |
Check it out | |
Chorus: x2 | |
UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
Verse 1: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz | |
Attention, other rappers, look up here, please | |
I got something to say to all you MCs | |
Now I know you think you' re good, but soon you' ll agree | |
That you could never in your life be as good as me | |
' Cause what I got is sufficient enough | |
But the rhymes you say are older than dust | |
See, I' ve been MCin' eight years | |
And when I get on the mic, they chant and cheer | |
' Cause they know the Funkmaster is capable | |
To subdue any MC ' cause I got pull | |
But a brother like you comes out of the blue | |
Talking all that mumbojumbo, that crap won' t do | |
' Cause all that do s is intimidate me | |
To challeng you, so you could see | |
That I' m the candidate in this campaign | |
And you' re just a bum coming out of the rain | |
You must got three balls, for even thinking | |
That you could mess with me, you need a spanking | |
You don' t got the capabilities or facilities | |
To even compare yourself to little old me | |
So don' t make no gestures or funny remarks | |
Or I' ll put you in the toaster like a PopTart | |
I' m not trying to be aggressive or be a bully | |
But the Funkmaster is extraordinary | |
Ask the President, Congress or Senator | |
You can even ask him, you can even ask her | |
They' ll tell you who' s the best and who the people request | |
It' s not ' cause I got juice or the way I dress | |
It' s ' cause rapping, it is an art | |
And every statement I make comes from the heart | |
So don' t try to play possum and try to hide | |
And don' t try to take me for a horseback ride | |
Don' t try to cop out and expect me | |
To accept your pathetic apology | |
Because you bit the apple and found it was rotten | |
Now you assume everything would be forgotten | |
But now you realize you' re messing with the Wiz | |
The brother who' s chilling with twelve inches | |
But it' s guys like you, who get dropped | |
By a brother like me, I' m solid as a rock | |
But I know you don' t wanna get physical | |
Because you know, baby doll, you' re not capable | |
So tell all your friends who you souped up | |
That today is the day you pressed your luck | |
You put your big nose where it doesn' t belong | |
Now you' re singing HumptyDumpty song | |
I' m not through yet, so stand right there | |
See, I' m gonna be your worsest nightmare | |
Everytime I hear, you' re at a party | |
You can expect to bump into me | |
Out in the crowd, staring at you | |
And the threeletter word I' ll be yelling is ' Boo' | |
And I' m telling everybody who' s standing there | |
" The brother on the mic is softer than diarrhea" | |
And if you don' t like it, throw up your fist | |
But you won' t, ' cause you know you can' t handle this | |
We' re the | |
Chorus: x2 | |
UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
Verse 2: ZG | |
Intelligent multitude, listen to me | |
Because I' m known as the human rappin' dictionary | |
And for every phrase I say to amaze | |
I know the definition in a thousand ways | |
My intellect is wellrounded, I' m astute | |
And my mental modules are ready to compute | |
With little repetition or reiteration | |
I end all positions when I begun | |
Now I' m like a tape recorder, ' cause I can rewind | |
Rewind can I ' cause, recorder tape a like I' m | |
Listen to my elocution, stare in awe | |
This is only the commencement, I' ve got more | |
At the ? plus ultra pinnacle of vortex | |
In other words I' m at the top, my apex | |
And any indolent who tries to compete | |
Will suffer for his insolence under both of my feet | |
The coupdegr ce will be delivered by me | |
To put him out of, his misery | |
Because my microphone talent generates from the source | |
The innermost nebular of most cerebrum of course | |
Where electronic impulses are transferred | |
Into thoughts which are then conveyed by words | |
The computer was pretty good in its time | |
But truly it cannot compare to this mind of mine | |
There' s not a day when my thoughts cease to expand | |
I can fathom anything, or understand | |
I' m sharp as a stiletto, and ready to slice | |
Straight through the competition ' cause I' m that nice, hey | |
This literary genius was brought to thee | |
Courtesy of ZG, the rappin' dictionary | |
Like that, y' all, and you don' t stop | |
To the funky beat, baby doll, it makes your body rock | |
And get down, and you don' t quit | |
Because the music is known as the ultimate | |
Chorus | |
And we' re the UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
Verse 3: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz | |
Well I' m your host for the next halfhour | |
The Funkmaster Wiz, the man who' s highpowered | |
And rappin' on the mic is what I do best | |
It' s what separates me from the rest | |
My rhymes excite him and excite her | |
I don' t need a pencil, I use a typewriter | |
And you might say that I' m so modest | |
But that' s how it is with the Wizologist | |
Spelled WIZOLOGIST | |
I used to rock alone, a solo MC | |
But now I got two other brothers down with me | |
Fighting the whole damn war without artillery | |
The Undefeated Three, a threeman army | |
Defying the laws of gravity | |
The deadly Kool Supreme, he' s down with my team | |
And he never stops rhymin', he' s an MC fiend | |
Like a junkie needs a needle, he needs his mic | |
' Cause it cures his MC appetite | |
And there' s Easy, the rappin' dictionary | |
When he' s not on the mic he' s in some girl' s nookie | |
There' s something else I didn' t tell you, that you should know | |
That me and EasyG we both are Virgos | |
And neither one of us cannot be handled | |
So don' t go around and make up no scandal | |
Sayin' you dissed one of the three | |
' Cause you' ll be putting your life in jeopardy | |
' Cause Kool ain' t going for it, and neither am I | |
And knowing G he' ll walk up and smack you in the eye | |
And me, personally, I go berzerk | |
And if you say something like that, you' re gonna get hurt | |
' Cause I' m the coach, so when you make the approach | |
? you' ll be stepped on just like a roach | |
Now you can try to duck, you can try to block | |
But eventually, you' re gonna drop | |
Whatever race or religion, make the right decision | |
' Cause head on head is one hell of a collision | |
I' m not a wimp and I don' t have to pimp | |
And even though I' m short, I' m not a shrimp | |
I' m just as much man as anybody | |
And there' s a whole bunch of people who can vouch for me | |
So, when you talk, don' t spit and don' t give me no lip | |
And whatever you say better be accurate | |
And since I' m the coach, you say it to me | |
But make sure you speak with courtesy | |
And now you can act all ill and play like you' re bug | |
Or dress up like, Boy George on Culture Club | |
But when I come around, you put it on hold | |
And flush that crap down the toilet bowl | |
' Cause I' m the Funkmaster, MC Wizard Wiz | |
And you all know that ? | |
So keep this in mind when you' re all alone | |
That the life you save may be your own | |
You might get through the Kool and the G and live | |
But don' t forget you gotta go face to face with Wiz | |
Chorus | |
We' re the UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
Verse 4: Kool Supreme | |
I' m everlasting like the clear blue sky | |
I' ll never be answered like the question why | |
Not pathetic, energetic with a big ego | |
Gonna be number one, that' s all I know | |
' Cause I' m like a computer with bits and bytes | |
Everything I say is ? | |
Since life is short I' m gonna be blunt | |
The hunted get hunted and the hunters hunt | |
Anyone you might be, it don' t mean nothing to me | |
' Cause nobody can change destiny | |
' Cause if you got what it takes you' ll get what you deserve | |
If you don' t, you' ll be in the park with the birds | |
But a brother like me got it all figured out | |
I get money and honey by shocking the house | |
And it' ll be real easy ' cause MCing for me | |
Is like Eyewitness News on ABC | |
It come on every day, rain or shine | |
And that' s just how I am with my funky rhymes | |
' Cause I' m guaranteed to put through your ears | |
Some of the funkiest rhymes you' ll ever hear | |
Unlike other MCs I' m reliable | |
When I' m on the mic I perform miracles | |
I can take your lies and make them true | |
Yes play with your mind like I always do | |
' Cause I' m a MC fiend, the uptown kid | |
I' m a hundred percent of one hundred | |
And ever since I was nine, I wanted to rhyme | |
I knew I would be the best in due time | |
So I laid back, peeping out the wack | |
Making my strategy, planning my attack | |
And now I' m ? so don' t you shout | |
And before a fly goes in it, close your mouth | |
Because the Kool is back and ain' t a damn thing changed | |
Like ? is still my middle name | |
I' m here to do a few things | |
Rock the mic, collect my money and get some trim | |
If I happen to only do two out of three | |
Well, I can always go to Plan B | |
If Plan B doesn' t work, hey that' s alright | |
I' ll just salvage what I can and call it a night | |
' Cause when things work out to my dismay | |
I remember that tomorrow' s another day | |
So when life gets you down, don' t you fuss | |
' Cause remember that it happens to the best of us | |
Chorus | |
We' re the UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
Verse 5: ZG | |
Going stanza after stanza, I do plan to | |
Make MCs step on the microphone commander | |
Score a perfect ten like Nadia Com neci | |
There' s not a goal that' s beyond my reach | |
Like an atomic pile I' m hot to the core | |
Like a heatseeking missile, my shot is sure | |
Now my rhymes will amaze ya, faze ya then daze ya | |
I got a lot of stances, I' m sharp as a razor | |
Just like Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Bach | |
My rhymes are all classic and I' m quite a shock | |
I' m virtually unbeatable in the art of rhyming | |
With time, the level of my talent keeps climbing | |
To the top of the pile, proving I' m versatile | |
Girlies ? with a smile | |
I' ll take a ? an inch and stretch it into a mile | |
Let MCs line up in singlefile | |
To be blown away, completely annihilated | |
By each and every one of these rhymes I' ve created | |
My talent ? other rappers ? universal appeal | |
Like a knight in shining armor, a mic' s what I wield | |
Your attention will mention I' m best of the best | |
Any foe that I know adds up to less | |
I' m contender for the title, I mean the crown | |
Champion of Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and Boogie Down | |
Pushing high power watts, producing volts | |
My energy will dissipate like a thunderbolt | |
If you do not believe you can feel my wrath | |
It' s your prerogative to step in my path | |
Creative is what I am, I cannot lie | |
Thought after thought I' ll magnify | |
Creating a power source to the extreme | |
One touch is enough to make you scream | |
Step back, keep your distance, I' m high resistance | |
There' s not another MC like me in existence | |
King of the throne and barbaric like Conan | |
You won' t see me retreat from defeat by no man | |
Like that, and ? don' t stop | |
The funky beat, and baby doll, it makes your body rock | |
Chorus | |
We' re the UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G | |
UND, EFE, ATED | |
Wiz, Kool and G! | |
Verse 6: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz | |
You say New York City, we just wanna let y' all know who the Undefeated Three consist of: | |
First of all, I' m the funkdafied, tranquilized, ?, harmonized, ? rock the ? | |
The ?, magical, antigravical, ?, bionical, even ? | |
The nutritionist, funkiest elementarianist, the Wizologist, the Funkmaster Wizard Wiz, next man | |
Verse 7: Kool Supreme | |
I' m Kool Supreme, here to make you scream | |
Don' t mess with no girls under sixteen | |
Burn through your brain like a laser beam | |
Don' t drink O. E. ' cause it' s gasoline | |
Rock to the beat so sweet and mean | |
Always on the scene | |
And I go by the name of the technique Kool, the man who make you drool | |
Rock you down ' cause the mic' s my tool | |
And the throne will soon be mine, and I will rule | |
Next man | |
You want me to go now? | |
Yeah | |
Verse 8: ZG | |
In the place to be, with pride and dignity | |
You can see number one in New York City | |
I' m in the lead, I' m what you need | |
Rap with speed, out to succeed to make it heard first, not third | |
Using funky words, flying higher than a bird | |
My defense is intelligence | |
I have enough influence to be an MC prince | |
I' ll explain, I won' t detain, experience on my brain is what I gain | |
I' m gonna come out with sophisticated, dedicated | |
Precisely computated, funky fresh rap rhymes that I created | |
Oh yeah, I' m not gonna say a rap | |
I' m just the electrifying Easy G, alright? | |
And we are the Undefeated Three, huh! |