Ask not.. what your country can do for you
 Ask what you can do for your country" -> President John F. Kennedy

 "And now, back to New York"

 [Pete Nice]
 Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic
 Avante garder, not a heretic
 Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
 Pete Nice, elemental like uranium
 Throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze
 Swimmin in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's
 These hoes go frontin on my Jimmy
 I smack em on the back, sit em down, say
 "Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar
 I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
 Ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, Top
 I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it
 Soul in the Hole, MC's workin
 Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin
 Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more
 reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!)
 So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
 Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
 rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
 Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes
 Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one
 Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya
 You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum
 (Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom

 "This time there was three"
 "One two.." "Three the hard way!"
 "This time there was three"
 "One two.." "Three the hard way!"

 [MC Serch]
 A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
 You're toe ingrown low showin you ain't got nobody home
 Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
 Make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out
 the stylee, me and P-E-T-E
 Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
 Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
 and I'll lay the plan OH man
 you just got taken, I took a head out
 Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout
 Usin abusin, those of the past tense
 Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense
 Three, the hard way, cards laid are OK
 Gettin up and settin up, just for a payday
 The minister, sinister (I ain't no devil!)
 Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level
 This track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter
 The brother's, another MC who's about
 frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent
 Rappers on track, bustin out a medium
 For those opposed, who manifest a diss
 Pete tell em: "Manifest THIS!"
 Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
 Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom

 "This time there was three"
 "One two.." "Three the hard way!"
 "This time there was three"
 "One two.." "Three the hard way!"

 [Pete Nice]
 A ludicrous buddhist, boo this when I do this
 So true to this, perpetrators view this
 style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
 Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention
 I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
 hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand
 Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider
 Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her
 uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic
 cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go
 Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man
 Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands
 transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch
 switch up the wizdom, into word which
 kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me
 up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me
 like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects
 I'll send you up North, I ain't givin respect
 Prejudicial, your style artificial
 As live as limb that's attached to a criple
 It's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti
 I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti
 With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin?
 (How ya livin?) Larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom

 [MC Serch]
 Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting
 females who focus on the future, not slacking
 Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow
 Sam Sever seas'll submerge, so let it go
 throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve
 Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
 and seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
 Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever
 Livin in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town
 A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
 Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
 Foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash
 What are you sick?? I'm a slick stupid scientist
 Rhymin that you can't comprehend (but you're buyin this)
 Record I'm wreckin, my homeboys are breakin
 Hopin that you're copin, no slopin, I'm not takin no shorts
 Cause I'm playin the high post
 Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most
 brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo
 The tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto
 so I did this, I needed the bed rest
 Hangin with the bangin on the strength, there's no contest
 Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom
 Stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom

 "This time there was three"
 "One two.." "Three the hard way!"
 "This time there was three"
 "One two.." "Three the hard way!"

 [MC Serch]
 Shammo.. hook up the def mix!
 Hahahahahahaha...
 Ahh, ahhahaha hahahahah tch tch tch
 Hahahaha
 Ahh ahahahhaha hah

 "All but three of the defendants were found guilty"
 ..
 "All but three of the defendants were found guilty"

 Hahahahh ahahhahhah

 ..

 See-ya! *echoes*

 *some singing*

 Yo yo... that's ridiculous.. *echoes