[ VERSE 1 EST ] English, yes, the liars language Cowards usin it to avoid anguish Thrown upon them by the hard ones The young punks, yall dont really want nothin Pretendin were friends, yo, thats the diversion Just to find out what Im learnin But what Ive been taught you cant take Dont mistake the original for the fake Sucker, cause I got the faith And as it climbs in my mind, yo, it helps me create Comin clear with the idea, treach with the rough sketch Clockin your cassette deck with all the respect Kid you not when Im up in the spot Silence is golden till the bass drops Then like a hurricane here comes Chuck Nice The so original killin with material You go platinum with crossover music Then try to peal my ideas to use it But Im gonna instill somethin in ya Stop tryina be Joe Familiar [ VERSE 2 EST ] The rhyme writtten to the rhythm is fittin Combined with the bassline shall be hidden Slap you with the mic if I find youve bitten Think Im a joke? I aint kiddin Amateurs galore go for what I store Chuck Nice precise, he rocks the box device EST indeed will speed without greed Youre hungry Ill feed you, give you what you need to Realize a comeback is great in doubt If you try to go for it, take you right back out Cornbaunizzys copy off mizzy, rap like dizzzy But all up on the tizzipsee Cause Im the ES, Wood at his best on the DJ thing So the noise you bring Wont eat ya all now, save some for later Youll be a nice brunch for the funky record player The guilty knows that the truths bein said Take it it down for 1000 before I bump ya head Youre hotheaded now but pal, I must chill ya Let the knowledge fill ya, Joe Familiar [ VERSE 3 EST ] You got some new ideas, somethin to break the ice? Well yo, take it to my man Chuck Nice So he can certify it dope Let you do your thing and wont play you close Wishywashy MCs killin me softly With twobit 3 party rhymes on my time Ill dagger till you stagger, bragger Comin with action, cant lose traction Take a ride with your pride to the other side Cause a brother like the E wont let you slide Time to boost rizzep, sucker dont you stizzep Before its you I wrizzeck, keep it in chizzeck What can I possibly do or possibly say To make you delay and dont come this way Youll get it over here and aint that the truth Chop you up like wood in the DJ booth I cant stop the soul I got the feelin, stompin out rock n roll From 7th and Wingohocking to Jerome to Kerbaugh Street Is how the rhymes get with funky beats Nifty with thee robust flavor Give you a little sniff of the gift and you savor Its me on the mic that the people favor Not too fond of ya, Joe Familiar
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