Alex Dionisio - 1, 2, 3

Alex The Emcee

(interpolates lyrics of Lakim Shabazz, Apache and Treach from Naughty By Nature)

[Chorus]
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the

[Verse 1]
Silly weak rappers are full of it
Since I’m a don, I’m puttin’ out a hit
‘cause I’m fired up, I’m tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it’s time to attack our prey
So make way for hip-hop’s Green Beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the blame game is kill or be killed
I’m an expert, who’ll be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain, you got eight million ways to die
We torch you, scorch you, make you feel real sore
Have that ass looking just like the spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is, “I don’t give a fuck”
I’m a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill you, I’ma leave your body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie a rope to a truck and cold drag your ass
I’m more than a threat, I’m a problem
To hell with Cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don’t whisper or make a sound or quote
Shit, you pop, go straight back down your throat
Everyday all day, this be the hard way
Putting rappers out of commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules, G, we’re taking rappers out
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three

[Chorus]
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One

[Verse 2]
Here comes trouble and it’s all that, in fact, contact
Your next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slept, I crept, so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck ‘cause I ain’t got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name
You couldn’t beat me, slick, snap that neck like a Chick-O-Stick
I know who’d beat you quick (Who? My dick)
Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
I’ll cut your fuckin’ head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
Come and give me a test, whoever claims to be the best
Leaves with a forty-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go and press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a limousine
The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin’
You fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I told you I’m out to stalk
Last nigga tried me, died, G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that’s me, I get in rappers’ ass
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three

[Chorus]
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and

One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two, three

One

[Verse 3]
You coulda been my main shit stain, but you scrap and real wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack
You challenge Treach, I’ll show you quick you can’t touch that
I thought you did a trick because you said, “Oh, fuck that”
Down the hill, how you feel? Hey, Ben Hef
Give me a hearing aid or two, then I’m through ‘cause I’m that def
That’s how we all be, tighter than small Lees
Club, rap, and R&B, I’m wreckin’ on all three
This drill means chill, guard your grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck blowin’ a fuckin’ bubble?
A-B-C, skip to the S-T
U-V-W-X, to fuck the Y-Z
Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba in tape
Damn, it proves me then if I’m wrong, sue me then wait
Let me hear another tune, tune me in ‘til I’m straight
If I hear “Drop the Bomb,” I have to go break a snake
For any time or any day, there’s many rhymes and plenty ways
Forget me not ‘cause shit, I’m hot, if I get get, then you’ll get got
Au contraire, mon frère, this is all my hair
I wouldn’t cut it for the biggest buttocks out there
But on the tip of hittin’ hips, I’m more than quick
I grease my lightning, it’s frightening how I get
A slick, smooth, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types I’m marryin’, very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three

[Chorus]
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin’ two, motherfuckin’ three
One, and in comes the two to the three and