3 Feet Deep - DJ Format Featuring Abdominal And D-Sisive, DJ Format, Abdominal And D-Sisive

[Abdominal

We’re ready to begin so grab your spot on the floor

As if you didn’t know

My name is Abdominal and I’m a sophomore

Format released lots in store cos we dropped again but this

Time with a slight twist, I brought a friend

Also hailing from the snowy north shores of Canada

Format fans, I introduce to you

The man of year but I would even stretch so far but to say the decade

Watch him go crazy when the record plays

So please join me ladies and gentlemen in giving your

Nicest Format welcome to emceeeeeeee D-Sisive

(Thank you, thank you, no really your too kind)

Since nineteen eight to the o I’ve been taking control

Blazin the glow with the blue flame flow

On a chase for the throne with the flow so dope and

Smooth you’d think I was a toupe’s owner

And I can’t stop, til my name’s known

And I got love like Ray Barone

Hip-hop proclaim, illest master of ceremone ever born on Canadian soil

Even if I got a sore throat and a cold sore formed on the corner

Of both lips makin it harder to open my mouth and

Blurt out these dopest hits

I’mma rock til I don’t exist

Alongside Abdominal and Format

Watching the crowd throw their hands up like Horshack

Abdominal flippin the intricate like asian origami

Behind me a wake of devastation like the course of tsunamis

And swarming armies couldn’t force me from my chosen path

A juggernaut with a microphone in his grasp

Check (check) the (the) way (way) that (that)

You can’t see us like needles in haystacks

When (when) we (we) rock (rock) mics (mics)

Roadies know where to focus the spotlight

On (on) D- (D-) Si (Si) sive (sive)

And Abdominal then amplifly the hypeness

With the beat by disc jocks

Fomat we’re not just tight we’re zip-locked

Calling all cars, we just got warning

D-Sisive and Abdominal’s on a song

Taking the law in their own palms back to back

In a pose similar to Jean Claude

Superimposed in the poster as both men play with his own twin brother

In the blood

And you can root for the Leafs or follow Man U man

You unanimously call on this olive tanned

Jew with the two-man borderline-albino

Crew for your musical needs

Cause if I looked up beats

We weave effortlessly in and out of snares bass kicks

Coming tighter than a Cher face lift

Do you believe in life after love?

I hope so, cause

Once you touch the mic you get no love from any zone yo

D, grab the mic and just drop your fucking poem

Ready to blast off and blast y’all with just one strum

Like Luther Vandross getting handjobs from a tanned blonde

With her pants off but her hands on his man sausage in his own tour

Of the sandwich

«Y'all cats rap fast, I can’t grasp that

All them big words I done thought I missheard

Then I rewind, god you’re worse the second time

Abs, D-Sisive, Format

Sorry boys but you’re crap»

Abs will pick up the paddle to kick off this lyrical table tennis

Spit’sacred like phlegm in a sink of the people dentist

(And I could win a mic fight by using the same line twice

Ripping me is like a mic fight)

Versus Vincent Van Gogh, sorry, Van Gogh

Even the Pillsberry Dough Boy says you’re damn soft

(Abdominy ziggy star, y’all can’t touch us

Like a dirty tampon with pants on)

The illest can’t comment easy to see

(We getting played all the way to the BBC)

Leaving you 3 feet deep like a dead midget

(Floating in the river like a widget in a Guiness

Pissed cause he couldn’t make the swim team)

So just swam his final race, up shit’s creek

(So don’t forget we crazy swift)

I’m Andy Bernstein

(And I’m Derek Christe)

Start pissed off with kids who spit soft

Rip-offs, contaminated hip-hop with shit songs

They like criss-cross their careers need pit stops

When we’re in the mix — PAUSE