Artist: T.D.S. Mob Album: Treacherous, Devastating, Supreme Song: The Rhyme You're About to Hear Is True Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Kool Gee ] Dev (What?) There's a little somethin I'd like to ask you So won't you cut the beat and I'll do the do And watch me give the crowd an original preview It's nothin new, just the T.D.S. crew And you're thinkin and you're wonderin and don't have a clue DBC, Michael K and I'm the original D's a cut ruler, I'm a rhymin duke And Mike plays a beat with ( ? ) And all you nut-monkey rappers, you belong in a zoo Cause (the rhyme you're about to hear is true) And we laugh [ VERSE 2: Kool Gee ] It's time to rhyme at the ring of the bell And rhyme so sweet, just like caramel Get caught in a spell, no time to rebel Fresh cracked out the shell, now it's time to excel Gotta get mine in the MC field With DBC on the wheel bringin comp to a yield Causin all DJ's much anxiety Expansion of the cuts and the rhyme variety Cause we got that T.D.S. formula ( ? ) and the dancer is the replica The posse and the crew cold chill at the realm I wake the snake and the girls are overwhelmed I started doin this at a very young age With a baag of sinsemilla and a Heineken beverage Brew in left and mic in my right hand Rhymin to make history, a rap historian Not just any battle, I pick up and accomodate Kool Gee's out to kill while Dev's out to devastate Cuts so tactical, rhymes too fractional We only came here for one thing, and that's to rock for y'all Kool Gee is Gangsta, I just abbreviated Rhymes got tougher while the posse got accumulated Non-stop the hip-hop is what I will pursue Crushin counterfeit suckers who cross the crew That's right homie, I'm talkin to you And (the rhyme you're about to hear is true) And we laugh... [ VERSE 3: Kool Gee ] Let's go back to when our hip-hop begun Just a featherweight MC, but still no comparsion Just like anybody I got down with a crew And said, "Let's see what exactly your crew can do" The crew held its own whenever I'm around But then when I left they're stuck with the wack sound It's not my fault cause whatever is I let T.D.S. is athletic, the other group pathetic I'm not poppin corn, just bein on the level Bein true to the God, not kissin ass of the devil The rhyme I write is able to stick with you forever ( ? ) is clever, don't care whoever Say a battle with a posse is easy Cause D's slick like grease and I'm Kool like a breeze See and look just before we leap To make sure no suckers had a chance to creep Now that I'm positive just like before (The rhyme you're about to hear is true) Yeah sure