Original Styling Songtext
von Three Times Dope

Suckers still wanna take me the wrong way
So now I′m spittin with the rhyme and the beat playin
You can call it plain, but once again
Shootin stupid etiquette, up in your membrane
People thought I couldn't come no doper than the giddy-up
Now it seems I′m runnin the show, and yo straight up
Check out the way I like sizzin in a rhizzive
It be whoopin, each and every tizzive
Don't get too close or I'mma start to poke
You′re probably thinkin, man this dude ain′t no joke
My thoughts exactly, you're right on the money
Talk about precision, I vouch for that decision
Don′t worry too much, about my physical appearance
I focus the hocus pocus on perseverance I was blessed, to look so fresh
On my seriousness, I'm so right I′m left
Don't mean to brag, but homes you know that it was the truth
Goin all the way back to Roots
Now c′mon soul sisters, shake your hips a little bit faster
Just got to have ya, sassy, brassy, rockin your chassis
Just plain thump-bumpin it's nasty
The ES, the Chuck Nice, the DJ Wood
Spreadin like the plague in your neighborhood
From Hunting Park to Hilltop
You wanna say a little somethin, then try me
From Hunting Park to Hilltop
Comin out with a shout when it's original styl-in′...


See every time I turn around, sucker look me up and down
And then he keeps on biting, hey!
Every time I turn around, sucker lookin me up and down
And then he keeps on biting, and
No matter what we say and no matter what the DJ play
He gonna keep on biting
And when I step up and say "Hey!", he look the other way
And then he keeps on biting
On the real it′s ridiculous
He's just mad because he ain′t acknickulous
Then he tries to take it out on me y'know, aiyyo
He ain′t goin still in Chuck Nice beat
Every time I turn around, sucker look me up and down
And then he keeps on biting, hey!
Every time I turn around, sucker lookin me up and down
And then he keeps on biting
Try not to give me respect (sucker)
Cause you know damn well I'm in effect
And every time make a rhyme, gonna get the top royalty check
And I′m paid, so what the heck

This is dedicated to all the fine sisters
EST's beats'll rock your transistor
Hawkin like winter, there when you enter
The party you don′t wanna, because you know I′m gonna
Have you at my feet, causin you grief
Makin MC's lessen is just an obsession
Cuttin no corners, warnin you goners
Press you like a vest, steam you like a sauna
People see me as E-S-T the Great
And be like "Man I can′t wait to rock this tape"
Sendin in a demo that sounds like junk
Off it goes, into the dump
Only quality, is gettin produced
By the organization takin juice
The yankees I got stacked up in a pile and
All because me just original styl-in'...

Yo, comin to you straight from the HTH
I′d like to give some shouts out to my man Steady B
DJ Tat the turntable savage
Just got finished tossin stuff with BDP
Comin out on a new album, y'knahmsayin?
So dig that, we got my man the soft pure hip-hop Chuck Nice on the box
DJ Woody Wood the funky record player
Fly assassin on the fader, y′knahmsayin?
The Mega Flex Missy and Tiffany cold rockin the steps
We got my man the almighty Cool C
And his dancers Fatal Attraction, Donna Marie
We got Thick and Thin, Steady's dancers
Eman was in Jojo clockin all the dough y'knahmsayin?
My manager LG, small time hustler Quran y′knahmsayin?
We got all the people from the HTH personnel
And everybody that′s down with us y'knahmsayin?
All the brothers with the faith, check this out
I′m outta here like a breeze through the trees
When I blow I'm takin all the re′s, now peace