Troopers Reprezent 3rd Eye (Ft. Lord Finesse, Nine, Top Quality & Zone 7)

[Intro: 3rd Eye]
Yes indeed
94 is the season
(..this how we do in the Boogie Down Bronx)

[Verse 1: 3rd Eye]
Well, once upon a time, remember when
Ya had a slop down, couldn't hear the sound
Of the E-y-e ringin in the new year
Who shall I fear?
Comin for the dungeon, grudge not what you can't see
They could not decipher the text book I daily

[Verse 2: Zone 7]
...the mind tricks, I try to get a grip
Slip into a different schizophrenic skit
Chaotic, and the flow is hypnotic
Erotic, demonic, sonic, atomic, chronically demolished artist
The shit I spark on brothers heartless
Gaspin, askin, who's the one to put your style in traction
All that, the ditch digger, that's him

[Verse 3: Nine]
I'm on some next shit, can I wreck shit?
With my Sumo-fat style cause yours is anorexic
Chck-chck-pow, boom-boom-bap-bang
Ten feet of rope around your neck and can't hang
I'm runnin rings around rappers like a dirty collar
I don't care if you whisper or if ya holler
True, 9 Double M will do you like voodoo
You butterknife in the house of ginzu
16 eyes on your face and can't see me
Since a cloud of smoke like _I Dream of Jeannie_
You in a $100 spot with a buck
Like the gods and 3rd Eye say, kid: eeease up!