3rdSon Still Lyrics

I spit that

That 9 to fiver shit

A Reverend on the flow

Off the pulpit

Me and my associates

Back in the day we'd be

Soulless reprobates

The first ones The primes

You ain't friends with us

I'm Caesar in this Battle

And they're my Prime-mates

This goes out to all those that the Rhymes hates

They can't go bar for bar

I'm way a head a dem son I'm way too far

I'm a King!

Still practice every single day I

I'm still 3rdSon every single day I'm

Still practice every single day I

I'm still 3rdSon every single day I'm

I'm Tracey Chapman speeding in a fast car

Y'all are Tito levels I'm Mike

That's the real star

I'll pause and make you think on that bar

While I laugh like I'm Jimmy Carr

or some drunk on a bar stool

I'm taking y'all back to bar school

I spit that Slick Rick shit

So let the Ruler rule

You think you can test these

You ain't even got the balls so no testees

I say again to these lame MCs

I detest thee

I Only roll with the greats

I Jack Dem See

Devils don't tempt me

Only to hell I send thee

I'm a King!

Still practice every single day I

I'm still 3rdSon every single day I'm

Still practice every single day I

I'm still 3rdSon every single day I'm