Artist: Three Times Dope Album: Original Stylin' Song: Straight Up Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch {with help from liner notes} [ VERSE 1: EST ] The texture of my voice is coarse and kinda hoarse I'll tackle and crackle feelin no remorse Hijack, rack and six-pack whoever's wack Organize em all in one big stack Powermove phony rhyme punks at random Like I told you in the Dope Side, just can't stand em When I rhyme reckless I knock ya senseless Might have prevailed in the past, not with ES To me hits cling, reproducin the offspring That can only be a result of consistency I'm insistin on bein consistent And when you need a hand, man, no resistance Over here, so don't you even think about it, Holmes I recommend that you go for your own Cause in this world you gotta do for you Can't worry about what the others are up to The game of survival is filled with rivals Won't be held liable for styles I stifle I activate, captivate and compensate For every last jam suckers create Of this you grow fonder, start to ponder Put you back on track when you start to wander A lot of you are waitin for 3-D to slow up But on that tip, skip, ain't nothin up Straight up [ VERSE 2: EST ] So you never think the style is old cause it's new Changin up on ya like a Rubik's Cube So many ways to see 3-D On the real on the Hill or down HP In my spare time I keep the rhymes bumpin Stay scribblin that certain somethin I'll use correct, exact or any adjective That'll give give a hint to what lies in the contents can't be the best unless The cues that I use are crazy fresh Gotta be an excess of hardcore funkiness Before the ES can put forth emphasis You could be small, tall, thin or enormous If you love hip-hop you're gonna adore this Cruisin right along on the song to the chorus After this jawn better look out for us Used to be just another Joe in the crowd But what I spoke was dope so dig me now And after that was said think I'ma let you get ahead Say what Bud, ain't nothin up Straight up [ VERSE 3: EST ] Superwack nuts cold killin me with boredom Tryin to be fly, I'm in the Air like Jordan The liver energizer, Holmes, the long laster So all you Jaspers get like Casper I'll pursue and keep takin it to you The gear don't make the MC, the rhymes do Runnin right through you, sharp as a ginsu Make my approach, get closer and subdue So don't you go and confuse the two One's an necessity, the other's an accessory Superficial MC's tend to be Chameleons, livin off bleak opinions Makin it worse they try to gag me Their songs like to sprint, 3-D's got longevity Takin you under, over and beneath Let got the lingo, speak and secrete Suggestions to all anti-Hilltop Steppin to the wrong crew lookin to get popped Chill, before you get jauned up I'ma tell you straight up, still ain't nothin up Straight up Now I know the song is live but I'm gonna ask you Is it live Is it dope Well is it funky fresh To top it all off, Holmes, is it acknickulous? Well if it is and if you're with it and you dig it EST'll say peace Now this is for all the party people that didn't get enough of the dope stuff 3-D will remain to maintan and stustain the funkiness So on behalf of me and the So Imperial, the Fly Assassin We is burstin Peace