3 Kings - evitaN, Sadat X

We taking you higher, while Dres making it flyer

Making a fire, black man walking the wire

You’re talking to sire, profile for those aspire

To see more than what they saw when they looked upon Delilah

Survivor, for those who can’t attain or acquire

Required to rip, you flip, shit supplier

We’re loved throughout the shire, respected, admired

And fuck an empire when it’s built upon a mire

Destroy and rebuild for ourselves we gonna see him

Sadat’s a Black Sheep and I’m a Brand Nubian

And doing is being, tell me, do you believe in

Maximum effort we forever over-achieving

Tighten the rope, feel the flight of the dope

Light it and smoke, sip it, chug it and choke

Going for broke, in my heart I still sell

Switch the land with the plan, everyone man will tell

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

(Sadat)

Spit it out

(Speak to your fans)

I was the Black Sheep, the first car I bought was a black Jeep

Girl called me a black creep way back, father said

«stay black» forces, taxes, courses

Jump into a black pool and emerge as a black jewel

Engine number 9 was fine, never had swine

Told wifey, «yo, you can’t make me bacon»

Syndicated, indicated that we wouldn’t sell

But that ain’t rock for me, and Dres will tell

I heard you got the fever for the flavor

I don’t get along with my neighbors, they crabs

This shit is up for grabs

O.G's, oh please, we still do dates, leave it to the fates

We trying, dudes ain’t buying

They thieves, kill it where it breathes

Don’t hate, we’re just trying to pay a small rate

(That's fine, that’s fine)

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Okay, one, two, three, four

(Jarobi)

Walk for a second, nigga feel my energy

Witness dirty skills and a pure delivery

Camouflage on stage, you can’t see me

With them lights all on and I’m looking all shimmery

You know what?

I should get an award

Like, «Mr.

Most likely to never leave you bored»

Or, wait, «Come-back emcee of the century»

Riddled with intrigue, wrapped in mystery

Do you know your history?

No?

Well me either

But I bet you know about 30 different strands of reefer

I’ve traveled dusty roads, have dents on my fingers

Even when my voice stops, memories still linger

Construct rhymes like Kaiser Söze spins tails

Even thugged-out niggas give me digital sales

Dat, Robe, and Dres, hardest shit you can sell

Heaven only knows and time will tell

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it

Okay, one, two, three, four