Wordz of Wizdom

WORDZ OF WIZDOM

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 Adam Gazzola
Engineered by Chuck Valli & Bruce Buchalter
Recorded and Mixed at Chung King Studios, New York, NY
Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice
Contains samples of the following:
Assembly Line by The Commodores
Love is Alive by Gary Wright
Never Let Me Down Again by Depeche Mode
Amen Brother by The Winstons

Verse 1
Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic
Avante Garde, not a heretic
figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
Pete Nice, elementary like your branium
throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze
swift in, and I lift on I use to 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

Verse 2
A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
you're tone grown low showin you ain't got nobody home
prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out
the stylee, me and P-E-T-E
embark on a mission that's deadly
break out the ammo, Aiyyo Sammo,
hook up the beat and I'll lay the plan OH
man you just got taken, I took a head out
attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout
usin abusin, tunes of the past tense
funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense
three, the hard way, cards laid are OK
gettin up and settin up, just for a payday
the minister, sinister, I ain't no devil
now the snakes slither and scoundrel say I'm level
this track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter
the brother's, another MC who's about
frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent
rap is on track, bustin out a medium
for those opposed, who manifest a diss
Pete tell em: "Manifest THIS!"
not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom

Verse 3
A ludicrous Buddhist, boo this when I do this
so true to this, perpetrators view this
style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
three the hard way, boy you need medical
attention I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand
Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider
bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her
uptown, then I drown her like a psycho
pathic, cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go
light skin I eat dinner like a soul man
prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands
transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch
switch up the wizdom, into word which
kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me
up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me
like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects
I'll send you up North, I ain't givin respect
prejudicial, your style artificial
as live as limb that's attached to a cripple
it's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti
I chill in Bed-Stuy, I drive a Mazzeratti
with the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin?
larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom

Verse 4
Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting
females who focus on the future, not slacking
rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow
Sam Sever seeks a verse, so let it go
throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve
speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
and seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever
livin in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town
a showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash
what are you sick?? I'm a slick stupid scientist
rhymin that you can't comprehend (but you're buyin this)
record I'm wreckin, my homeboys are breakin
hopin that you're copin, no slopin, I'm not takin
no shorts Cause I'm playin the high post
ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most
brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo
the tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto
so I did this, I needed the bed rest
hangin with the bangin on the strength, there's no contest
physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom
stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom