3 MCs

Hey yo MC am I people call me Man
Im everywhere like air so watch as I expand
Live and direct from out the Flatbush lands
Cause I got more rhymes than the beach got sand
Well yo MC am I people call me 'L'
Cant forget the double-e Major I rock well
In 86 used to sport Pumas wit Gazelles
96 Yo I just rock mics and excel
Hey yo MC a b people call me air
See me on Jamaica Ave sippin half-and-half
I got a special-issued mic thats guaranteed steel
Bustin rhymes at the crowd to make the shorties feel
Its the 3 MCs you know we hold these mics tight
We the 3 MCs we do it right e night
With a scratch and a cut we bout to tear sh!t up
See most of yall really do not know how you should operate
You need to contemplate cause you really cannot stop the wait
Just cooperate let me select the path
You do not know the half simply cause you dont know the math
On how to automate the graph so follow the leader
The 9 Ether rappers get split like amoeba
By the fire breather
Get burned beyond recognition
Its Mr. Man the accurate be blurrin up your vision
I pack a .45 caliber hollow-tipped pen
Make em say 'What happen when he be rappin'
Make a move son I kill bystanders and all
Check the autops the words that I dropped in his skull
If you want a иigga draw pull out your best rhymes
Make your same gun-finger turn into peace sign
Came back with tips swallowed
Hip-hop Puritan show these иiggashow you drop it
We bout to drop it like the Pharcyde or Reggie Miller
Camouflage on-rescuin rap guerilla
Tricklin down verb noun cascade
Precious as jade never heard the word fade
Positive ****s is way too influential
Wack rhyme sayers need to keep it confidential
Kick it up like tornadoes trash cats get tomatoed
Beat you like Bruno watch yo eye get the tape
It was a Friday night and no moves was bein fakin
And the people was breakin and the house was shakin
And it wont be long til ebody knowin that the 3 MCs was on the mic
Check me out boy in high -speed or slo-mo
Came down to Earth to rock this ill promo
Never sound wack on tape cause thats a no-no
So turn me up loud and put the needle to the
With all of these ****s players mafiosos and Gs
Make me wonder 'Is there any room for just a MC'
Same sh!t different beat cant take it no more
You and your man bought the same rhyme from the same store
You bought it from the same store
And kicked the rhyme until your throats sore
Now we got to up the ante much much more
***** put us all here for a reason we bout to change the seasons
From these three youll never smell treason
If you dont get it now I guarantee youll get it later
I make the planet bounce from the poles to the equator
Peninsulas every island and the continents
I grab the mic and add flavor like condiments
Cause we the 3 MCs Y'all know we hold these mics tight
Yo we the 3 MCs we keep it right all night