3 Kings

[Verse 1: Dres] We taking you higher, while Dres making it flyer Making a fire, black man walking the wire You're talking to sire, profile for to those aspire To see more than what they saw when they looked upon Delilah Survivor, for those who can't attain or acquire Required to rip, you flip, shit supplier We're loved throughout the shire, respected, admired And fuck an empire when it's built upon a mire Destroy and rebuilt for ourselves we gonna see him Sadat's a Black Sheep and I'm a Brand Nubian And doing is being, tell me, do you believe in Maximum effort we forever over-achieving Tighten the rope, feel the flight of the dope Light it and smoke, sip it, chug it and choke Going for broke, in my heart I still sell Switch the land with the plan, everyone man will tell [Hook: Dres & Sadat X] Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it (3x) Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore [Verse 2: Sadat X] I was the Black Sheep, the first car I bought was a black Jeep Girl called me a black creep way back, father said "stay black" forces, taxes, courses Jump into a black pool and emerge as a black jewel Engine number 9 was fine, other had swine I told the wife, "yo, you can't make me bacon" Syndicated, indicated that we wouldn't sell But that ain't rock for me, and Dres will tell I heard you got the fever for the flavor I don't get along with my neighbors, they crabs This shit is up for grabs O.G's, oh please, we still do dates, leave it to the fates We trying, dudes ain't buying They thieves, kill it where it breathes Don't hate, we're just trying to pay a small rate [Verse 3: Jarobi] Walk for a second, nigga feel my energy Witness dirty skills and a pure delivery Camouflage on stage, you can't see me With them lights all on and I'm looking all shimmery You know what? I should get an award Like, "Mr. Most likely to never leave you bored" Or, wait, "Come-back emcee of the century" Riddled with intrigue, wrapped in mystery Do you know your history? No? Well me either But I bet you know about 30 different strands of reefer I've traveled dusty roads, have dents on my fingers Even when my voice stops, memories still linger Construct rhymes like Kaiser Söze spins tails Even thugged-out niggas give me digital sales Dat, Robe, and Dres, hard as shit you can sell Heaven only knows and time will tell