Too Phat

6 Mc's

Too Phat


Chorus 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil 

Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia) 
Yo, Joe Flizzow 
First to go on this track 
Transcending continents 
Who better 
To hold it down for Malaysia? 
Ain't no argument 
I'm eloquent 
With my words 
And linguistics that I abuse 
MC's wanna bite 
But still got on 
Some loose baby tooth 
My rhymes so hot 
We got fire blankets 
In the vocal booth 
Producers with extinguishers 
To put out the blaze 
When I'm on the loose 
I'm rolling with the best 
Meeting of the minds 
Not a contest 
Evoking MC's around the globe 
With finesse and skills God blessed 
From KL 
But a hungry MC 
Like I was from Budapest 
Too Phat to go on diet 
Toe to toe with Joe is ludicrous 
Don't fool with this 
You know we fly 
Like a stewardess 
Impressing pure hip-hop purists 
In every single metropolis 
Don't step to this listen 
Rubbish we don't utter 
Got to stop the hating 
Unite us and start working together 
So keep it butter 
We'll kick it hotter 
Than your average MC 
They'll flee 
We'll make 'em stutter 
C'monââÂ,¬Ã,¦ 

Chorus 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
We spit sick and fabulous 
First class MCing 
Promoe from Sweden 
Who the tighest European? 

Verse 2 (Promoe- Loop Troop, Sweden) 
'Cause I look so good 
Your first thought is 
Somebody else 
Must've wrote this 
But no ish 
It's like God comin' down 
To the pen when I rip it 
God comin' out my mouth 
When I spit it 
God comin' out the sleeve 
When you break out the record 
Put it on your turntable 
Instant connection 
From me to you 
With infinite love 
Music must've been 
Sent from above 
To free the people 
And treat them equal 
Make us humble 
'Cause only the meek will 
Inherit the earth 
And perish the dirt 
Righteousness will cover the world 

Chorus 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring you delicacies 
Next up 
I believe that's Vandal 
Light 'em up 
Blow 'em out 
Like a candle 

Verse 3 (Vandal- SMC, Canada) 
I'm certified, kid 
It's over when your mic drops 
'Cause I can tangle 
With the focus of a Cyclops 
Battering beats 
Is more than just a hobby 
I'm godly 
And ain't nobody 
Ever gonna stop me 
My form's like karate 
Freestyle is infinite 
My mind's a temple 
I reside in its pyramid 
I know ya' hearing it 
I feel your attention 
Your thirst quenching 
From the words 
I'm inventing 
The first sentient 
That the earth's gonna mention 
When it comes to this worldwide 
Hip-hop connection 
Vandal representin' 
SMC with Too Phat 
Making everybody 
In the place 
Say true that 

Chorus 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
We got one DJ 
Bringin' the delicacies 
Smooth on the cut 
And guaranteed 
To amaze ya' 
DJ T-Bone 
Straight from Malaysia 

Verse 4 (Freestyle- Brooklyn, USA) 
The game's cold 
So I'm forced to boil it 
Ain't here to spoil it 
Aluminium rap 
Niggaz'll foil it 
Same ish 
Different toilet 
But as I counterstrike 
This be a day of defeat 
You'll need to 
Install cheats or retreat 
Couldn't be beat 
If I was drums in Africa for wax 
Crack the manufacturer 
My caliber's 
Equipped with silencers 
Hush the massacre 
Toxins hit you 
Wit' da' force of 40 oxen 
My concoction's 
LeavinââÂ,¬â„¢ you without no options 
No need for introduction 
Let yo' body feel the groove 
Turn ya' back 
And I'll react 
You'll need my mic 
Surgically removed 
My ish's off da' wall 
Like pictures of my ex 
Flip styles like Rolodex 
Get a grip like solo sets, haha 
Don't bother testin' 
My determination 
It could lead 
To your termination 
Somebody pass me 
My medication 
This dedication's 
To all the people 
I'd like to thank 
I get pounds 
Without robbin' 
The British banks, son 

Chorus 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
Now who's next up to bat 
I think it's Weapon X 
Get on the mic 
And show 'em 
Australian context 

Verse 5 (Weapon X- IFA, Australia) 
It's you-know-who, kids 
But I ain't Voldemort 
Rappers scared to say my name 
They know 
When I'm holdin' court 
I'm thorough 
In this soldier's sport 
And talent 
Can't be sold or bought 
Just as wisdom and experience 
Cannot be told or taught 
Hold the fort 
I rep' the globe 
Across the galaxies 
And find the state of Earth 
And it's inhabitants embarrassing 
We all human 
Skip the arrogant comparisons 
We won't be here 
Another hundred years 
The rate we're ravaging 
My words stab and sting 
Feel it in your abdomen 
I'm strollin' through your mental 
And casually grabbin' things 
A just ruler in a land 
Of would be savage kings 
Weapon X, IFA, Too Phat 
We damaging... 

Chorus 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil 

From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
Guaranteed to hit hard spit bars 
Each to blaze ya' 
Mr. Malique rappin' for East Malaysia 

Verse 6 (Malique- Too Phat, Malaysia) 
I come from a land 
Where everybody eats rice 
And all the people speak nice 
And tourists get a Rolex 
At a cheap price 
Pretty kites at beach sites 
That make you breathe right 
In some cities 
Students still collide 
To keep they peeps rights 
We hostin' different ghettos 
Different sounds each night 
No drive by's in caddies 
Clocking marks 
Up on the east side 
No kids with 40's 
Shootin' dices under street lights 
And buck guns 
Here thugs swingin' samurais 
In street fights 
But buck a where I resides 
As long as the beat's nice 
I keep my rhymes precise 
And when it recites 
It makes you 
Wanna peep twice 
Impressin' each type 
In each tribe 
From jail to kids in Yale 
To tribal Indians 
Blowin' peace pipes 
And buck the cheap hype 
Your metaphors are re-writes 
Your style is like tryin' 
Your granny panties on 
Could never be tight 
The type that chicks like 
Dudes wanna be like 
And while you jerkin' offa free sites 
I'm doin' three dykes, uuh 
Yeah, I'm a Malay kid 
And no 
You not mistaken 
The type a A&R will tell Dre 
"You gotta take him!" 
Some haters plottin' 
To cut my hands off 
So they could shake 'em 
Malaysia representin' 
Peace assalamualaikum 

Chorus (2x) 
From sea to sea 
Country to country 
6 MC's bring the delicacies 
It's a meeting of the minds 
To ease the turmoil 
360 degrees 
Around the earth's soil