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At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M.
Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite
Point us to the center stage (I'll grab the first mic)
Projectin' the voice with this mic that I'm cuffin'
You ain't my nucka, sucker I'm snuffin'
The word of the third stands true, so no panickin'
(Man verse man) you freeze up like a mannequin
Petrol, you let go, the wax for the new jacks
To dwell upon you're steppin' on the trigger as the tune smacks
(Square in the butt) Pete gave me the cue
So I'ma put up or shut up until my jam is through
But for now I want to freak em, so I'll embark
To spark your mission posse, til way past dark
(Don't park there's no standin') or I'll play the five-oh
You don't stop movin' until the Serch says so
To keep the tribe open, shootin' out to play em
Three the hard way'll keep you steppin' to the A.M.
What's the time?
It's about that time
What's the time?
Time to get stupid! (At the sound of the tone)
What's the time? (The time will be one A.M.)
It's about that time
What time is it?
Shootin' for the A.M.
My mind has a question, I respond
To a silver domed microphone (one step beyond)
Straight to eighty-eight to the curves of the nineties
I'm universal, I set a line free
Behind me, the three the hard way, the jackpot
(Awaitin' Satan's, tryin' to take cheap shots)
We groove crowds, the three stand proud
The brothers round the way sit down and say
(How'd you do this?) Ludicrous rhythm of rhyme
Anticipate like a bottle of Heinz ketchup
(No catch up!) 'Cause you fell behind
I'm steppin' to the A.M., dickin' down swine
Pete Nice skims over lyrics, I pick em
Strong and long, you're wrong, I stick em
(He's the law with the sword) with my cable swingin'
(Like the pit or the pendulum) Pete Nice bringin'
the sunrise with no lies, legitimate (and you despise)
Envy this emcees magnitude (so realize)