Yes Indeed Lyrics

Yes Indeed lyrics

Talking:

 E: hey defari, what's goin' down man?

 D: hey yo what's up e-swift

 E: ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man

 Sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck

 Everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man

 D: man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many

 Confusing images

 E: i know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man

 They forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about

 To let them know, right now

 

 The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes

 Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes

 It'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 pourage

 Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein

 Uh, make you clench ya' teeth

 Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week

 Hard beats, e-swift magnifique for the streets

 And defari herut, true lyrically complete

 This (singing) perfect combination

 Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations

 Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights

 And just when you think that it's over we regenerate

 Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable

 Steady watch these card table emcees fold

 

 Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century

 Yet still i remain a true likwit emcee

 And now you wonder why most definately

 *scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore

 (repeat)

 

 The skills i posess are never less than real

 My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel

 My niggas know how i feels (what?)

 Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on technic wheels

 They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down

 I say "don't worry baby, i'm ready for another round"

 Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink

 Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync

 With every raw-deal beat

 A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets

 The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test

 I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest

 

 No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century

 Yet still i remain a true likwit emcee

 And 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 beats

 Man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today

 Is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,

 Man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that

 D: it ain't over

 

 Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst

 In the form of a verse i'll rehearse

 Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries

 Fuckin' with the d-to the-e-f-a-da-r-iced

 Rimmy-type star be at the bar

 I recollect, then i french connect with grand moniar

 Or moniet, this nigga herut from la

 City of the golden state, land of the sunny days

 Too many niggas actin' funny ways

 Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change

 They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry

 Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography

 Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled

 I roll with the black john mcclane and blast full throttle

 With a bottle of hen i worldwind

 Defari in this with fitness until the very end

 And even then i'll begin again

 A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium

 

 Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century

 Yet still i remain a true likwit emcee

 And now you wonder why most definately

 *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore

 (repeat 3x)

 

 *scratches mixed with chorus till fade*