Sons of 3rd Bass

SONS OF 3RD BASS

M. Berrin, P. Nash, S. Citrin
Produced by Sam Sever for Sam I Am Productions Inc. & Prime Minister Pete Nice for R.I.F. Productions
Edited by Steve Ett
Engineered by Greg Gordon
Recorded and Mixed at Chung King Studios, New York, NY
Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice
Contains samples of the following:
Spinning Wheel by Blood, Sweat & Tears

Verse 1
Servin the role, a sole stepchild
talk of C.C. or keep sleepin
while wakin up to noise of 3rd B-A-S-S, Bass
success is better for Serch's space
spoken slang gets played like the lottery
your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
lookin for the key to release that first piece
three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other half, known as the other trey
tourin to wild screams, the Third Son's born
swarm to the lyrics cause Serch is your father
screaming "Hey Ladies," why bother?

Verse 2
Sons, slim ones flee from the 3rd
words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the throat
young useless, lyrically careless
rhyme revolves around modes of mindless
if everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a Beast'
prone to a lick of a waste
tasting flavor of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
thrust echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
out with high voice distorted
If a Beastie was to play a fetus, I'd have him aborted

Verse 3
Put to bed, three kids to a third track
cap the front and grip, when they heard that
the crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Club Mars
shook the Beast' and soon to be dubbed stars
starring roles stone-faced from the brothers
ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
stand by em, while they take the fall
the Beast now lives in the Capitol
record wrecks sets, Def Jam a true wrecker
the label is nothing but MC Black'n'Decker
three boys buggin to the A.M.
you step to the Serch and I slam!

Verse 4
Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme
play the dude? It's sucker time
I stand I take a bust in my nut
and gave birth to three bastard sons
a record label, a King to 4th letter
passin phases, non-legitimate trendsetters
pop figures, who figured they'd get paid
exploit a art the black man made
played out hard-core floors, step to stage
your biggest fan, nine years of age
broke out cause the swindler took your ducat
no talent on the tune, you might as well SUCK IT

Word is bond Pete, school em!

You know about that silver spoon havin buckshot acne showin, L.A. weak-ass sellout Non-legitimate, tip-doggin, Jethro pseudo intellectual Dust-smokin, pretty boy playwright posin Folks wiggin, whinin annoyin Def Jam reject devil White bread no money havin slum village people clonin step children!

Sam Sever, serve the rest Yo Sam, sc-hool em!