Defari - Yes Indeed Lyrics
Talking:E: hey defari, what's goin' down man?D: hey yo what's up e-swiftE: ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' manSippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the *****Everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, manD: man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so manyConfusing imagesE: i know man, they don't know which way to take this music, manThey forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we aboutTo let them know, right nowThe amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymesBe about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimesIt's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'Like hundred dollar bills that i chill for cool storin'Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourageStraight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' spleinUh, make you clench ya' teethHard work pays in many ways, seven days a weekHard beats, e-swift magnifique for the streetsAnd defari herut, true lyrically completeThis (singing) perfect combinationFirmly holdin' down firm ground for future generationsQuick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweightsAnd just when you think that it's over we regenerateLike gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cableSteady watch these card table emcees foldYes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the centuryYet still i remain a true likwit emceeAnd now you wonder why most definately*scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore(repeat)The skills i posess are never less than realMy thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steelMy niggas know how i feels (what?)Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on technic wheelsThey say hold it down 'fari, hold it downI say "don't worry baby, i'm ready for another round"Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drinkMe and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect syncWith every raw-deal beatA lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meetsThe fighter pilot, put the mic to the testI walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vestNo stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the centuryYet still i remain a true likwit emceeAnd now you wonder why most definately*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore(repeat)E: that's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,Know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beatsMan, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here todayIs gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,Man you gotta kick some more shit, man ***** thatD: it ain't overAy yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burstIn the form of a verse i'll rehearseSomebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries*****in' with the d-to the-e-f-a-da-r-icedRimmy-type star be at the barI recollect, then i french connect with grand moniarOr moniet, this nigga herut from laCity of the golden state, land of the sunny daysToo many niggas actin' funny waysMoney plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' changeThey rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistryPhotography, they movie-make type, auto-biographyHey yo i'm not impressed or startledI roll with the black john mcclane and blast full throttleWith a bottle of hen i worldwindDefari in this with fitness until the very endAnd even then i'll begin againA lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the milleniumYes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the centuryYet still i remain a true likwit emceeAnd now you wonder why most definately*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore(repeat 3x)*scratches mixed with chorus till fade*
