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3rd Bass Theme A.K.A. Portrait Of The Artist As A Hood (Remix) - 3RD Bass

Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges

Against certain members working in an industry

That reaches into every household in the country

Dirty days dirdirty days dirdirty days

Dirty days dirty day dirty day dirty days

Hoods is up so skills is up

It's a stick-up so why'd you interrupt

So such bust material cerebral

I'm eating cereal with spoons sipping Cepacol

Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank

White gold but no accounts in Swiss banks

Think tanks once rolled on the city streets

I used to meet your moms between the sheets

Universe is versus hoods prospectus

True flam flaming words on wax discus

So they dismiss this as vulgarity

And once laughed and pointed at the university

Some perk without skills and push a pen

I send surreal scenes where you never been

Looked out gave you three strikes you struck out

Pop sh*t with the 3rd knock your fronts out

Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your a**

Gassed you up then slap you with my staff

I seen your skins like to go to the motels

But your a** won't know to the hotels

'Cause a lip is zipped I paint pictures

A portrait a self far from tipsters

My discussion of impression aren't ignorance

So don't label the hoods on appearances

You never thought that a gangster could talk sense

But this artifice flipped your beans is spent

Took your papers out your pocket and just stood out

The focus the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up

Dirty days dirty days dirty days

Dirty days dirty days

Portrait painted back in the days

Young strays posted at the L.Q. on Fridays

Waiting for Dice to give the go ahead

Hawking 50 cent putting heads to bed

For a herringbone hear the tune of the Audio Two

Milk was chilling as I chilled in the back room

Listen to snaps cuts by Scoob and Scrap

Union Square to tear up the KRS tracks

Torn up by the Kent the Clark Dark

As the brothers try to spark

We knocked boots and the boots got knocked

Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop

Hip-Hop Starski the Masters of Ceremony

Ka-ka-cracked out was hooking property

Five A.M. it was the S&S

A hundred and forty-fifth street down on Lennox

Star child made all the hoes squeal

For a dollar crackheads Armor-Alled your wheels

Whipping home in the sunshine fun time

But now you can't find

Clubs like this that kept the music in the street

And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat

Yo they're making mills but what about the hood

A parking lot where the Latin Quarter stood

A landmark marked in the cranium

But now I bring it back

In front of packed stadiums

Picture painted with the goals and the good

The portrait of an artist as a hood

Dirty days dirty days dirty days

Dirty dirty dirty dirty days

Dirty dirty days

Dirty days

Dirty dirty days

Dirty dirty days

Inside straight I got you figured for a trickster

Search got a list of you'll so get the gist of this

Melancholy move of mayhem

Manifest the moves over matters at hand

Tried your best but you can't understand

You like Art Garfunkel and eat spam

I drive a YAC with a stretch

You drive an Edsel

I'm taking turns and I twist 'em like a pretezel

Nonfiction three levels of diction

Spits the hood in the face of the friction

Lift the gate and let us split you like wood

The portrait of the artist as a hood