3 The Hard Way

Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models

Deep in Brooklyn I rode the Ls

Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell

At Edward R. Morrow out on Avenue L

Now, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks

With the diamond stylus, yo, we cutting wax

We're the super elastic bubble plastic

Got ethereal material that's straight up classic

You try to vex, reject but you should respect

Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx

So don't start to flex up in the discotheque

Or we'll make you extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

Three the hard way, three the hard way

Your rhyme technique, it is antique

To all my heads, "qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?"

Que cosa fai? Come sta e?

Ho fato molte telefonate

I said oops, gotcha, clutch like Piazza

Sneak between the sheets so hide the matzoh

Holler back challah bread

Next, we are the crew that put the crew in Cruex

I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me

I'm Mike D, the one who put the satin in your panties

Time to count MC's in this place to be

Not five, not four, not two, just three

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way

Three the hard way, three the hard way

Round-house kick the mic out your hand

Drunken mantis, my name brand

If you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand

I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam

Gnip, Gnop I got zits to pop

I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop, so

Pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait

E.T. phone home now get the funk out my face

You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em

Treat MCs like leaves, go out and rake'em