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    "3 Feet Deep" Lyrics

    DJ Format feat. Abdominal and D-Sisive

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    We're ready to begin so grab your spot on the floor
    As if you didn't know
    My name is Abdominal and I'm a sophomore
    Format released lots in store cos we dropped again but this
    time with a slight twist, I brought a friend
    Also hailing from the snowy north shores of Canada
    Format fans, I introduce to you
    The man of year but I would even stretch so far but to say the decade
    Watch him go crazy when the record plays
    So please join me ladies and gentlemen in giving your
    Nicest Format welcome to emceeeeeeee D-Sisive.

    (Thank you, thank you, no really your too kind)

    Since nineteen eight to the o I've been taking control
    Blazin the glow with the blue flame flow
    On a chase for the throne with the flow so dope and
    Smooth you'd think I was a toupe's owner
    And I can't stop, til my name's known
    And I got love like Raymond Barone
    Hip-hop proclaim, illest master of ceremone ever born on Canadian soil
    Even if I got a sore throat and a cold sore formed on the corner
    Of both lips makin it harder to open my mouth and
    Blurt out these dopest hits,
    I'ma rock til I don't exist
    Alongside Abdominal and Format
    Watching the crowd throw their hands up like for Shaq.

    Abdominal flippin the intricate like asian origami,
    Behind me a wake of devastation like a course of tsunamis
    And swarming armies couldn't force me from my chosen path
    A juggernaut with a microphone in his grasp

    Check (check) the (the) way (way) that (that)
    You cant see us like needles in haystacks
    When (when) we (we) rock (rock) mics (mics)
    Roadies know where to focus the spotlight
    On (on) D- (D-) Si (Si) sive (sive)
    And Abdominal then amplifly the hypeness
    with the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks}
    Fomat we're not just tight we're zip-locked.

    Calling all cars, we just got warning
    D-Sisive and Abdominal's on a song,
    Taking the law in their own palms back to back
    In a pose similar to Jean Claude
    Superimposed in the poster as both men play with his own twin brother
    in the blood.
    And you can root for the Leafs or follow man, q man,
    You unanimously call on this olive tanned
    Jew with the two-man borderline-albino
    Crew for your musical needs
    Cause if I looked up beats,
    We weave effortlessly in and out of snares bass kicks
    Coming tighter than a Cher face lift
    Do you believe in life after love?
    I hope so, cause
    Once you touch the mic you get no love from any zone yo,
    D, grab the mic and just drop your fucking poem

    Ready to blast off and blast y'all with just one strum,
    Like Luther Vandross getting handjobs from a tanned blonde
    With her pants off but her hands on his man sausage in his own tour
    of the sandwich.


    "Y'all cats rap fast, I cant grasp that
    All them big words I done thought I miss heard
    Then I rewind, got worse the second time
    Abs, D-Sisive, Format,
    Sorry boys but you're crap"

    [Abdominal (D-Sisive)]
    Abs will pick up the paddle to kick off this lyrical table tennis
    Spit'sacred like phlegm in a sink of the papal dentist
    (And I could win a mic fight by using the same line twice,
    Ripping me is like a mic fight)
    Versus Vincent Van Gogh, sorry, Van Gogh
    Even the Pillsberry Dough Boy says you're damn soft
    (Abdominy ziggy star, y'all cant touch us
    Like a dirty tampon with pants on)
    The illest can't comment easy to see
    (We getting played all the way to the BBC)
    Leaving you 3 feet deep like a dead midget
    (Floating in the river like a widget in a Guiness
    Pissed cause he couldn't make the swim team)
    So just swam his final race, up shit's creek
    (So don't forget we crazy swift)
    I'm Ed Burnstein
    (And I'm Derek Christe)

    [Abdominal & D-Sisive]
    Start pissed off with kids who spit soft,
    Rip-offs, contaminated hip-hop with shit songs,
    They like criss-cross they careers need pit stops
    When we're in the mix - PAUSE

    This song was submitted on October 11th, 2005 and last modified on November 30th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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