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what's your name - terra firma lyrics

[intro]
this bit is tight

[verse 1: suffa]
uh, you writer’s funky
first time i heard it had me actin’ like a spider monkey
oops, i didn’t say that, pretend i said something else
(suffa mc) get down witcha sufferin’ self
i wants nothin’ else but good times and brew
you gets nothin’ else, this hood rhymes for you (uh)
you gets nothin’ else, man, whenever we rhyme (uh)
born in ’77, but i wrote “1979”
i wish i had plenty of time, i’d use it to make music
kinda hate my nine*to*five, man, i find it intrusive
on my recordin’ schedule and my other schedule
you know when you’re bored and h*rny and feelin’ like s*xual
healing’s the only healing that you’ll be feelin’
“lovely buts and i cannot lie, ha”, don’t know why they’re appealing
guys tell me, “you the man”, girls tell me, “you the guy”
who am i? superman, super rhymer, super fly

[chorus]
so what’s your name? the suffa mc, you heard of i
represent hilltops [?] and certified
one’s for the trouble, two’s for the wise
come on, y’all, and rock that, dyems
[scratches: dj dyems]
“passin’ your party, jettin’ out with all the brew”

[verse 2: flak]
well, it’s a lyrical mongrel and i’m provin’ points
that’ll always blow your mind, like consumer joints
what you envy fats, ’cause my raps are the bomb
and i’m not the white rapper who hugged elton john
as long as you get paid [?] that you require
if you joined offspring, your style wouldn’t be fly
you lack a little something, you sound limp like bizkit
we’re certified wise, our jam is a*listed
you diss, the wrong move, ’cause we’re ill on [?]
see, you took the wrong path, don’t take another step
turn around, go back, you know you flow wack
your rhymes are borin’ like reruns of kojak
you’re so cr*p like [?] dj’s a lost case
your voice is high pitch, your beats need more bass
but i’m off the topic, and it’s supposed to be a party
plus, i need a cold beer, has anyone seen [?]?

[chorus]
so what’s your name? fat face, you heard of i
represent crossbreed and certified
one’s for the trouble, two’s for the wise
come on, y’all, and rock that, dyems
[scratches: dj dyems]
“passin’ your party, jettin’ out with all the brew”

[verse 3: simplex]
thoughts and stories penned on scr*ps of paper, i would note
lyrics were ink*stained text until amplified and spokes
written with rhythms, usin’ beatboxing as a beat mechanism
when no instrumentals fit a description
lyricism, my form of expression, i choose to use
letting sound be the medium to carry my views
from cassette decks to [?] to radio frequencies
my lyrics be an audible manifestation of me
myself and i living life to heartbeats intertwined
with soulful baselines, far from completion of my mind
on the daily, i redesign, [?] through the adaptions of rhymes
for evolution was programmed in the genes of mankind
i rewind old recordings, old people read out diaries
for pastime reflections, grainy tapes hold memories
of adolescent mcs when our style was truly free
and the essence of this art captured and inspired me

[chorus]
so what’s your name? simplex, you heard of i
represent terra firma and certified
one’s for the trouble, two’s for the wise
come on, y’all, and rock that, dyems
[scratches: dj dyems]
“passin’ your party, jettin’ out with all the brew”

[verse 4: mic lez]
drop your mics, attention
explore new dimensions with your mind when my rhyme sets in
avoid intersections, reflect life through glass reflections
on beer bottles, i swallow then grasp with affection
the whole connection, feet to earth, fatigue and birth
complete to worst. defeat to first. cheap to he*rs*
above ground and under, sweet sounds to thunder
crowded towns with numbers, we’re feeling down, i wonder
the other way to shine in time with summer days
no lovers, others gonna stop us or get in our way
no phoney manager ever make our decisions
to hip*hop, just an amateur, can’t f*ck with what we’re livin’
certified wisdom, bringin’ facts, f*ck the fiction
mcs listen, now reassess your position
’cause at the moment, there’s a fraction too much friction
mic lez, terra firma, [?] mission

[chorus]
so what’s your name? mic lez, you heard of i
represent terra firma and certified
one’s for the trouble, two’s for the wise
come on, y’all, and rock that

[verse 5: raph a.l]
now, this bit raph, terra firma, fully certified to rip
equation squared, retranslated from the paper script to the lip
equipped to rhyme in your face at the pace of a 100 g*force
crews ride blind horse in a race when i phar lap*pin’ on this course
of course, i’ve got my cross, terra firma hoodie on
can’t handle another song, [?] blood [?] bubblin’ like the bong
rap came in ’89, ’92, i was on the line
’95 was the time that i first hit the studio to rhyme
’99 was the year we [?] members we bust our first show
now, like the sun, the terra glows, 2001, we’re ready to blow
take your [?] like hiroshima, nagasaki mixed in one
give my heart and soul to what i believe in like the diggers in world war 1
i’m a deviated [?] after hours
won the battle, the certified powers means you’re receivin’ golden showers
real hip*hop heads should be on the endangered list
let’s get together like [?] can you dig it? well, raise your fist

[scratches: dj dyems]
“passin’ your party, jettin’ out with all the brew”

- terra firma lyrics

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