Eins Zwo - Four Black Quarters lyrics

[alright party people in the place to be] [listen up!] Now some kids don't eat for three days in a week So they can buy 12-inches and measure wax feet And if you treasure that need you'll reside with me Attending morning meetings for vinyl junkies Who have scratched more feelings than ITF finals Or (??) crimes upon plastic urinals These drastic times find you caught in the system Like a diamond tip lose your grip and your glisten Taking double-d lessons as the motorcade sped on You got left behind like JFK's head on The concrete streets where kids carve patterns In the name of hiphop, like Shure, or Stanton And the more you stand on the verge of may's meaning The less you know about the art of MCing And when the next 3 kings bring jesus their gifts You'll have eins zwo, coolmann, and me in the mix It's a religious order, like my (??) Believing in the force of the four black quarters Each season's daughter got caught in confusion Thought the DJ saved her life, an illusion Left scanning the movements of the hand that rocks A nation bred on triple threat's beatbox And from these 3 MCs down to DJ cheese You ain't never heard a DJ with cuts like these Samples: [uh uh] [rock on] [waiting for you] [action] [say dino] [i get smooth and f** your whole head up] [don't stop] [yes!] [i'm not finished yet] [yes!] [terror tracks] [yes indeed] [period. end of story.] [f**in two DJs] [oh sh**, i love the motherf**ers]