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1. _ Monte Hall
"3rd place is everything..
C'mon, i'll show you"
[mc serch]
Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where i'm movin to
Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin you
Light-skinned, steps into the picture
Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your
Hand around waist, space drippin from moisture
Strokin the neck, you suspect that she'll voice her
Approval, whippin and flippin your pelvis
Brothers step in, step off, you get selfish
Yours for the take-home, so she can take up space
At your place, but then you start to wake up
Groove goes to fade, introductions are made
Love my name is serch, now step for some shade
In the dancehall
"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."
[pete nice]
Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a solo
Spot to drop her bass and i'll follow
Fiend on a focus, i spoke this figure of speech
Supposed to sway those who seek
Such wisdom, wildly workin towards a woman
Therefore she's drawn, to the other man's
Intentions of a g, tryin to stump me
Announced presence in the house of mr. puffy
Smoke filled the tight-packed system
A rack of skirt, kit for a victim
A three-stage pleasure on a principle
As i step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin
A female, to impale, push-up, smooth and
Turn to spurn desire -- that all?
Another episode in the dancehall
"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."
[mc serch]
Step to the a.m., playin a song that's slow
Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show
A need to step to a def 3rd bassment
A wink of eye, the smile of a face and i'm
D-o-w-n to send shockwaves
Up the spine, while the clock saves
Just enough ticks to lick neck to your lips
Mouth to mouth, palm upon hips
Sigh in pleasure, measures the heat up
Nibble my neck, the affection i eat up
Dine like a diner, hot enough to simmer
Jam comes to a close, come give a
Number of seven in regard to the residents
Told the mob that i slobbed and showed evidence
Lipstick on the quill, a digit to call
Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall
Of the dancehall
"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."
[pete nice]
Steppin over heads that swayed
You move over and the record's played
Swayed over smoothly, soothin a listener
Undergoes wanted death of a dancer
To twist over you rises your liquor
Slight panic on a dancehall picture
Motion flows, scene gets hectic
Freakin bones like an epileptic
Melody moves scenario to chaos
Pursue principles and then you shoot livest
So-called, it's boots that rise and fall
Steppin to the a.m., in the dancehall
"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.."
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
"3rd place is everything.." *echoes*
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2. _ Triple Stage Darkness
"you are sleeping! you do not want to believe.
You are sleeping!"
* dj richie rich cuts
"guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> rakim, +i ain't no joke+
And chuck d saying "follow for now!" *
"prime minister!"
[pete nice]
Black zone darkness, void as snakepit
So i'ma spit a lyric at the packed lip
Sit stunned i drum lyrics in your egg case
Space filled, darkness a blank face
Recognize unknown throne at deep depths
A prime minister incites a slow death
Of a rational thought through the physical
Triple stage darkness, first stage lyrical
Sight to see, a piece of the serch-light
Truth is loose, lips slips to twilight zones
Prone to blow revision
I'm 20/20 and your in-tune is in prison
Switchin from this track, move back in motion
Unaware of your own evolution
Regress through the tunnels and flee light
Illumination, the first stage, my birthright
* dj richie rich cuts
"guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> rakim, +i ain't no joke+
And chuck d saying "follow for now!" *
[mc serch]
Deaf, dumb and blind, the 3rd bass find
You move further away from the swine
As i rhyme and effects your slide into tape decks
Light black in your face, what do you do next?
The question posed -- you're livin in delerium
Serch speakin in a spasm, can't you see him?
But you can't see the light's dim, it's growin darker
Cut off from the knowledge, un-smarter
Depart from the norm, completing a born to born
From opportunity, comes a thunderstorm
That sets in, tricked by the trickster
The only way out is dj, night, or prime minister
You follow, but attention span is minimal b
Now you're lost, never thought of intellectually
The 3rd's word, guide you as we spark this
Cause you're blind in the second stage of darkness
* dj richie rich cuts
"guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> rakim, +i ain't no joke+
And chuck d saying "follow for now!" *
"prime minister"
[pete nice]
As i move, i soothe like stimuli
Not professor of hype, ask why
Some fable'll hold true to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
Called caucus, and ignorants are mouthin
[mc serch]
Fallacy, the great fall, fell in disgrace
How can hatred uplift a race?
Not a dribbler or watermelon picker
Givin you the gas face, as i'm dickin ya
Down down down, but up from sa-tan
Knowledge is a child with a mind and a crayon
Brilliance in difference, tracin true sight
Third stage knowledge, brought forth a new light
* dj richie rich cuts
"guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> rakim, +i ain't no joke+
And chuck d saying "follow for now!" *
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3. _ Flippin' Off The Wall Like Lucy Ball
[mc serch singing throughout]
But my balls itch!! *laughter*
Oooooooooh!
Dedicated to my man, pete nice, knahmsayin? *laughter*
Oahhhh i got.. ha hahahah! *uncontrollable laughter*
Oahhhhhhh, when i was a little baby
Little baby boy, hooooh!
A little itty bitty baby boy
I was blessed with soul.. *more laughter as the beat stops*
This is def, hoooooh!
Mmmmmmmm..
This goes, this goes back
This takes me back to 1940's, when i was a little baby down
In new orleans sittin on kevin reynold's lap
And he said to me, "son you've got so much soul..
You've.. hooooh you've got, soul comin out your ass" *laughter*
Now peep this, see..
You've gotta take this back down south
Oh i'm buggin, i'm flippin
Hahahahaha, huh, flippin right?
Now see you, got to understand where this is comin from
Little white boy, down south
No motherfuckin white people around
And they said to me, they said, "white boy!" *laughter*
"you've got a whole, mess of soul"
They said, "white boy!
You gonna grow up, to have so much soul
A little little itty bitty baby boy!"
Ha hah.. oh shit!
"hohhhhhh, you've got soul
Way down in your little itty bitty baby toes
You got soul..
You've got so much soul it's comin out your asshole!
Whohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhle mess of soul"
They said, "kevin! when you grow up
Gonna work with a lot of white people think they're black!"
*laughter*
They said, "oahhhhhh, kevin boy!
When you grow up, you gonna go to the big city
Meet a, man named peter
Gonna look like a white boy but he's a def mc
He got soul.. comin out his asshole!"
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