SUPERSCIENTIFIKU feat. Phonetik - TREMENDOUS THREE


(Hook)
the tremendous one two three
Supersci emcees
known to rock microphones in all vincinities
for the fellas and the young ladies
so if youīre ready
for what we got
then you gather around and you check the sound
and you scream out loud I love hip hop

(Arkatek)
first out to rock with the intricate shit
itīs scientist in the middle mister Arkatek
so pop it in your deck and you press record
and you just listen to what we got in store

(Phonetik)
mr Noun what you got for the party people listening?

(mr Noun)
my shitīs the bomb plus I piss nitroglycerin
I get busy in rocking mics
and cutting up the record til broad daylight
next up to bat and kick a rap
heaven sent from up above

(Phonetik)
the one and only P.H.O.N. to the love

(mr Noun)
the one your girlfriendīs thinking of

(Phonetik)
I got a pair of green ones and Iīm tons of fun
just began to cast a rhyme like the Jimmy bunch
you get stunned when I appear people stop and stare
and underwear starts flying through the air

(All)
shake your deriere and you just donīt stop
not playing it safe but we got shit locked
can take it from the top no need to write
we drop bomb shit like after eating dynamite
so everybody if youīre ready to rock
and the musicīs got you high
and you love hip hop unwilling to stop
then come on scream Supersci

(Arkatek)
well itīs the A. to the R. to the K. A. TEK
the one that gave your girlfriend a hicky on her neck
and Iīm five feet nine got mad things on my mind
kinda like the birthmark on your girlīs behind

(mr Noun)
thereīs jealous boyfriends all across the map
looking at me with a frown
their girls think Iīm all of that when I bust a rap
you know the name is mr Noun

(Phonetik)
a thing I gotta stress on the microphone
when youīre out of town thinking that your girlīs alone
Iīm up in your home and Iīm eating your food
plus I got your girlfriend all up in the mood

(Arkatek)
I popped out in seventy-eight
I cater funky fly shit over vinyl plates
no need to debate no time for politickinī
just ask your girlfriend to describe my Charles Dickens

(mr Noun)
now when youīre making love to your girl
and she screams out the wrong name
donīt ask her what she got that idea from
mr Noun is the one to blame

(Phonetik)
you claim you wanna beat us up but canīt find a way
ask your woman she was here the other day
so if youīre agitated now and you screaming got damn
probably she didnīt tell you bout the video cam
you looking at me thinking he rhymes fat
remember who taught your honey to grime like that
and your just about to punch out my lights
keep in mind whoīs got the movie tape copyrights

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the tremendous one two three...