Welcome to the detailed analysis of "3-Minute Rule" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
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Fresh Dressed
Cause I shop at Modell's
Deep in Brooklyn
I ride the L
Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell
At Edward R. Murrow out on Avenue L.
Well, we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks
With the diamond stylus
Yo, we're cutting wax
We're the super elastic bubble plastic
Got ethereal material that's straight up classic
You try to vex reject but you should respect
Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx
So don't start to flex up in the discotheque
Or we'll make you extinct like a tyranosaurus rex
We gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
3 the hard way, 3 the hard way
Your rhyme technique
It is antique
To all my heads
Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?
Che cazzo fai? Come stai?
Ho fatto molte telefonate
OOPS! Gotcha
Clutch like Piazza
Sneak between the sheets
So hide the matzoh
Holla back challah bread... next
We are the crew that put the crew in cruex
I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me
I'm Mike D,
The one who put the satin in your panties
Time to count MC's in this place to be
Not 5 not 4 not 2 just 3
We gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
3 the hard way, 3 the hard way
1 1 1, 2 2 2, 3 3 3, what up?
Roundhouse kick the mic out your hand
Drunken Mantis, my name brand
So if you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand
I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam
Ginip Ginop
I got shit to pop
I'm an exceptional professional
That just don't stop
O pack up your bags and your mic
And don't wait
E.T. phone home
Now get the fuck out my face!
You know we shake 'em, bake 'em
Then we take 'em
Treat MC's like leaves
Go out and rake 'em
If you see our CD's on Canal before we make 'em
Then we'll have no other alternative
But to serve you on a platter like steak-ummm
We gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker
Like 3 the hard way
3 the hard way, 3 the hard way