The Message

Thirstin Howl III

featuring Unique London




[Thirstin Howl III]



The rhymes you about to hear nevertheless of my own



This is for all you young MC's oh my how you've grown



You got bigger better stronger and much faster



I remember you were small or slow



with a speech impediment and had asthma



You a comedian when you started doin stand up?



And where you come up with all these fuckin stupid answers?



Your rhymes would be cute



if you wrote em on a pad that was pink



When MC's think, they're above the rim



I make them realize they really below the sink



Before we battle, check it out, I got these rules



You can't say: nine, spine, time -- all that shit is pre-school!



You could talk of shootings, but tell me so I would be clear



but don't brag about coke deliveries that will never be here!



Don't mention your chickenhead and all her clothes by Versace



when she needs some orthopedic shoes - she's pigeontoed and knock-kneed!



Save me the part about, Timb's and bandanas



Frontin in front of cameras, braggin about what your man does



I heard enough: glocks, cocks last year



That took niggaz to the cashier



but that ain't happenin for your ass here!



I'm amazed in your sudden interest for espanol



But see, I won't, rhyme, out the house, unless I'm told



Don't speak of ice unless it's from the freezer



Your Rolex and Lexus in Texas, I don't wanna hear that either



How much cash you got is really none of my concern



as long as all of this is established, let me hear you, it's your turn