WORD TO THE THIRD

In the heat of the night I step swift
Jetting to the spot that got the most gift
Of hoop to boop sitting in my drum loop
Pistol loaded and I'm ready to shoot
See my gun is my tongue and it runs like a track star
Not Madam Chapman but I got a fast car
E-X double vexed but strong like sex
Cut the corner, hit the next left
Reside to the west side of this hole in the ground
Not paradise but a nice booming sound
Party packed with nuff heads
Some black some white, some hood and some dreads
Surround the club, with the dub that swayed em
The remix version of stepping to the A.M
Played the club like a crumb to the curb
And this kid greased my palm and said word to the third

Word to the third (3X)
Word to the third stands true so no panicking

With a flip of my lip I throw joints out
Out the box I stops up thoughts of doubt
Took you out last hour while I was stepping
Now you're slipping on my gold diskette flipping
On the third's flyin' faders are kept suave
Severed science on the floor as your head bobs
Moms'll move to this, you ain't through with this
This ain't a suicide so why'd you grab your wrist
I take a listen to the lyrics I formed up
Slidin' in the Green Hornet as I warm it up
Cause the third is like a lyric dispenser
For hire like Spencer but my trigger finger's tenser
My sixth sense getting loopy as I soul flex
Turn soupy and ask which duck is next
Hookin' phrases clauses nouns and verbs
Stepping off, set it off, it's word to the third

P-E-T-E and me now step to the back
Tracks are stacked, the party dumb packed
The sweat off my brow is glistening
And in the dance hall not one kid missing
A step while the non-step don't step
They chill on the side or reside to the left
A mack daddy making a move smooth
Whisper sweet nothings or something to soothe
The savage beast at least get the number
To the residence, why you flash mad presidents
Crazy Grants and Hugh Jacks in
Grips got traction to show that you're maxin'
But she ain't down with the bum rush
And she better pick up moves off a lint brush
So you got played, word to Herb
Don't slip moneygrip, it's called word to the third

As you're moving you're following the Serchlite
Writing mutes up and fixing up the mix right
Some tight on the pockets and per diem
I see em jetting from the three or deep fleeing
Keying up like a master lock picker
Thicker than a stout cause I'm out quicker
Not Mister Rogers, I'm rolling with Mister Hood
Menacing doom, not a friendly neighborhood
As a crew it ain't only me, myself
Just the third knockin' fiction off the shelf
Making moves on thirty-three and a third
Daddy Rich cuttin' records of spoken words
Rolling up like this cause I'm pizzed
Yo Serch what's the word (ah yeah that is)
Or is it just a figure of speech, herb
Third Bass puts in place the word of the third