Wordz Of Wizdom (II) 3rd Bass
"Wordz Of Wizdom (II)" by 3rd Bass, released in 1991, is a hip-hop track that emphasizes social issues, self-awareness, and the power of knowledge. The lyrics blend clever wordplay with commentary on race and identity. The song features a distinctive beat and sampling, contributing to its cultural impact in the hip-hop scene. #HipHop
[Intro: John F. Kennedy]
"And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not.. what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
"And now, back to New York"
[Verse 1: Pete Nice]
Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic
Avante garder, not a heretic
Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
Pete Nice, elemental like uranium
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack em on the back, sit em down, say
"Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a Billin, Top
I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin' it
Soul in the Hole, MC's workin'
Kickin' it, vickin', the suckers who be jerkin'
Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl (You never please her!)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes
Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one
Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya
You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum
(Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom
"And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not.. what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
"And now, back to New York"
[Verse 1: Pete Nice]
Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic
Avante garder, not a heretic
Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
Pete Nice, elemental like uranium
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack em on the back, sit em down, say
"Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a Billin, Top
I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin' it
Soul in the Hole, MC's workin'
Kickin' it, vickin', the suckers who be jerkin'
Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl (You never please her!)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes
Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one
Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya
You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum
(Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom
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