Derelicts Of Dialect (SD50 Remix) 3rd Bass

[Intro]
The great will always soar, above, the mediocre
They create, while others destroy

[Verse 1: Pete Nice]
Never had a wasted mind, had the time
Erectin rhyme I cause gifted lines
The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
Swings of things, observed in my sockets
In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax
Couderoy slacks, loops and sales tax
On the racks but my label is Derelict
Spic-n-Span I slam, it's balls you lick
Ill missions, but doin us ain't even simple
Stereotype the rhymer as a criminal
Subliminal I put a noose on the necks
The sinister signs of my rhymes is sex

[Verse 2: MC Serch]
Smooth, set-up so slick
As I set to move, all the great masses
Passin' up pounds, 'cause the track is all in
I'm droppin my quarter, I'm placin' my call in
To my crew that is down with the street trends
Play around and you'll fall off the deep end
I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
But I got a girl, so I called up three friends
And they called three friends (and I called three friends)
And so on, and so on, and so on
So go on my path, and try to follow
But not step for step, cause I like to sidestep
You'll get swept like a broom and you'll make room for daddy
White boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
So take me to my rest so I guess I'll get wrecked
Cause I'm a derelict of dialect