Artist: Three Times Dope Album: Original Stylin' Song: Once More You Hear the Dope Stuff Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch {with help from liner notes} Once more you hear the dope stuff 3-D is officially in the house [ VERSE 1: EST ] I'm about to cold diss, and ain't no time to get warm So get ready for the brainstorm On my way and I'm comin on strong Oh so correct so you better get a move on Rollin, controllin and got soul, ock For a bankroll I'm crazy like a fox Keep a fresh knot down in my socks Never caught chillin with a baldilocks Now I came here to say some crazy knowledge Wax the suckers who need a good polish Joined by the Fly Assassin on the fader Shakin the cuts to rock the whole equator Played on your favorite radio station Hear the crystal clear manifestation Makin all the ones, takin the guns You hear the voice of the true Acknickulous One I was chosen to do all the shows and Make all the doughs and clock all the hoes and I'm not a brother with a little bit of say-so Freak your mind like you're puffin a turbo EST kicks it cause I got a passion I desire to stay in fashion Cold gettin busy on the tempo To let you know that I'm runnin the show [ VERSE 2: EST ] You wanna get stupid, I get just the same Didn't come here to play no games So don't trick or treat me Go for what you know if you think you can beat me Come on Holmes, if you're with this You can get bust with a little bit of quickness Never had to use a lot Cause soon as I open my mouth I get hot And I'll melt your recital Bugged out rhymes with a weirdo title Takin you out is vital Shinin with the high pro glow cause I'm mellow EST the Unusual Fellow Make you shake, vibrate just like jell-o Cause I'm your loudspeaker Go without the fuss like a nutra sweetener Come on Gavlin, you know the beat's travelin So you might as well pack your bags and Listen to the smooth move rhymer To your ears it's like two weeks in the Bahamas Plenty of sunshine, plenty of dope rhymes Like caviar served with white wine Now you know Three Times Dope cold runnin the show [ VERSE 3: EST ] Hold up, what's up with all these suckers on stage? Make like a mixer and fade You ain't paid, so go on back to your freebie I'm the only beneficiary here, buddy Tellin you one time and that's it Don't touch the mic if your rhyme ain't the - And you know it ain't, so why don't you just splurge Swore up and down I was about to curse But the joke's on you, you nut Cause cursin on wax really is not cool Say what you gotta say, shout out peace Fade down beat and let the music cease I'll go on and on and on and on Because the Sinister writes the songs And they be fresh to make the whole world sing Chuck Nice gets wicked on the beatbox thing This goes out to all my competitors You better hurry up and go for yours But if you won't don't sweat it Don't even worry about it cause I get it Right about now 'pon the m-i-c Cold sayin what's up to where I come from, HP Just got put dee and now you know I'm rising over the top of ya and runnin the show