The texture of my voice is coarse and kinda hoarse

I'll tackle and crackle feelin no remorse

Hijack, rack and six-pack whoever's wack

Organize em all in one big stack

Powermove phony rhyme punks at random

Like I told you in the Dope Side, just can't stand em

When I rhyme reckless I knock ya senseless

Might have prevailed in the past, not with ES

To me hits cling, reproducin the offspring

That can only be a result of consistency

I'm insistin on bein consistent

And when you need a hand, man, no resistance

Over here, so don't you even think about it, Holmes

I recommend that you go for your own

Cause in this world you gotta do for you

Can't worry about what the others are up to

The game of survival is filled with rivals

Won't be held liable for styles I stifle

I activate, captivate and compensate

For every last jam suckers create

Of this you grow fonder, start to ponder

Put you back on track when you start to wander

A lot of you are waitin for 3-D to slow up

But on that tip, skip, ain't nothin up



Straight up





So you never think the style is old cause it's new

Changin up on ya like a Rubik's Cube

So many ways to see 3-D

On the real on the Hill or down HP

In my spare time I keep the rhymes bumpin

Stay scribblin that certain somethin

I'll use correct, exact or any adjective

That'll give give a hint to what lies in the contents

Can't be the best unless

The cues that I use are crazy fresh

Gotta be an excess of hardcore funkiness

Before the ES can put forth emphasis

You could be small, tall, thin or enormous

If you love hip-hop you're gonna adore this

Cruisin right along on the song to the chorus

After this jawn better look out for us

Used to be just another Joe in the crowd

But what I spoke was dope so dig me now

And after that was said think I'm a let you get ahead

Say what Bud, ain't nothin up



Straight up





Superwack nuts cold killin me with boredom

Tryin to be fly, I'm in the Air like Jordan

The liver energizer, Holmes, the long laster

So all you Jaspers get like Casper

I'll pursue and keep takin it to you

The gear don't make the MC, the rhymes do

Runnin right through you, sharp as a ginsu

Make my approach, get closer and subdue

So don't you go and confuse the two

One's an necessity, the other's an accessory

Superficial MC's tend to be

Chameleons, livin off bleak opinions

Makin it worse they try to gag me

Their songs like to sprint, 3-D's got longevity

Takin you under, over and beneath

Let got the lingo, speak and secrete

Suggestions to all anti-Hilltop

Steppin to the wrong crew lookin to get popped

Chill, before you get jauned up

I'm a tell you straight up, still ain't nothin up



Straight up



Now I know the song is live but I'm gonna ask you

Is it live

Is it dope

Well is it funky fresh

To top it all off, Holmes, is it acknickulous?

Well if it is and if you're with it and you dig it

EST'll say peace

Now this is for all the party people that didn't get enough of the dope stuff

3-D will remain to maintan and stustain the funkiness

So on behalf of me and the So Imperial, the Fly Assassin

We is burstin

Peace