Chris Rivers - My 3 Sons lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Rivers] Ain't rockin' Moccasins Hoppin' in lava Timbs just to stomp you in Hotter than the [?] round their house with no oxygen Clockin' in, pocketin' knowledge and all the complements Pay homage to the gods like 'Pac, Nas and the god Rakim The list goes on but it's hard to say top five So you tryna stay humble but you realize your time's arrived The clock decides, hip hop's been the prophet of finest rhymes For many lines, and now if I said to me Chris is mine You can't rewind, yeah the future is here now Once feared now I'm revered for this near perfect and clear sound That's pretty vain I'm not co*ky just feel the pain of a thousand whack rappers Everyday of this game contagious just lay the lames Yeah, hell suffer of my mighty rap These line'll let you fight with the Aftermath of the lightin' flashy's cutting gla** Comparin' my silent and devils to dragon God of rap Like Tom I'll be here forever [Hook] "MC's in this place to be" "Burnin', burnin' hot!" [?] "The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round" "MC's in this place to be" "Burnin', burnin' hot!" [?] "The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round" [Verse 2: Baby Eazy-E] Well it seems to be hard for you n***as It's those three sons k**in' off all your wishes Young Dirty and Chris Rivers, just know I'm rockin' with you E3, it's that hard hittin' Compton n***a Keep your eyes open, hand on the prize E3, I'm on the hunt and on the rise Grown man, I'm out to get it but don't be surprised If our pops was here we'll be on, but some don't realize OG kush do wonders, it enhance my sight My eyes on the money green instead of white Got to get it while the time is right And if you go against the grain then you die tonight And there ain't no escapin' , there ain't no hidin' Why must he be a violent? He's so violent Put pressure on the pistol, if you jump n***as try I ain't lie, we are no real gangstas move in silence Straight [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Dirty] The best rapper just arrived Here's advice and it'll legitimize your eyes I got a hundred notepads, no lie Mic check one, two, one, three (Young Dirty ba*tard) I'm the rapper that'd make a Christian's head spin Don't need the devil to perform excellent I reverse the AIDS virus with this medicine Scientists creatin' false accusations, false evidence I am the truth, dun-dun-der-dun! I am the truth, the X marks the booth I piss on a mic, the next rapper up Lil' Wayne kisses the mic I guess you're not tongue kissin' Baby tonight These rappers pay for f**in' radio spots Here's a free listen, n***a I come and never stop These unsung artists are undeveloped s**m out my co*k I'll abort your a** n***a I'll abort your a**, real fast Young Dirty ba*tard! [Hook x2]