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​3 Feet Deep

This song is by DJ Format and appears on the album If You Can't Join 'Em... Beat 'Em (2005).

(Abdominal)
We're ready to begin so grab your spot on the floor
'Cause if you didn't know my name is Abdominal and I'm a sophomore
Format release lots in store 'cause 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 records play
So please join me ladies and gentlemen
In giving your nicest Format welcome to emceeeee D-sisive."

(D-sisive)
{Ooh thank you, thank you, no really you're too kind}
Since nineteen eight to the O I've been taking control
Blazing the globe with the blue flame flow.
On a chase for the throne with the flow so dope and
Smooth you'd think I was a toupee's owner.
An I can't stop till my name's known and I got love like Raymond Barone
Hip-hop proclaim, illest master of ceremone ever born on Canadian soil.
Even if I got a sore throat and a cold sore forms in the corner
Of both lips making it harder to open my mouth and blurt out these dopest hits
I'ma rock till I don't exist alongside Abdominal and Format
Watching the crowds throw their hands up like Horshack

(Abdominal)
Abdominal flipping the intricate like Asian origami,
Behind me a wake of devastation like a 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}
Monkeys know where to focus the spotlight.
On {on} D {D} si {si} sive {sive}
And Abdominal then amplify the hypeness.
With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks}
Format we're not just tight we're zip-lock.

(D-sisive)
Calling all cars, we just got warning D-sisive and Abdominal's on the song
Taking the law in their own palms back to back in a pose similar to Jean-Claude
Super imposed in the poster as both men playing his own twin brother in the blood.

(Abdominal)
We making room for the leaf so follow man, you man, you unanimously called on this
Olive tanned Jew with this 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.

(D-sisive)
Ready to blast off and blast y'all with just one strum,
Like Luther Vandross getting handjobs from a tanned blond with her pants off
But her hands on his man sausage in his own tour of the sandwich.

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}
Monkeys know where to focus the spotlight.
On {on} D {D} si {si} sive {sive}
And Abdominal then amplify the hypeness.
With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks}
Format we're not just tight we're zip-lock.

(Unknown)
"Y'all cats rap fast, I can't grasp that, all them big words I done thought I miss-heard.
Then I rewind got worse a second time, Abs, D-sisive, Format sorry boys but you're crap."

(Together)
Abs will pick up the paddle to kick off this lyrical table tennis spit sacred like phlegm in a sink of a Papal dentist.
And I could win a mic fight by using the same line twice, ripping me is like a Mike fight
Versus Vincent van Gogh sorry van Gof even the Pillsbury Doughboy says you're damn soft.
Abdom and me 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 Guinness
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 Christt"
Start pissed off we're kids who spit soft, rip-offs contaminating hip-hop with shit songs
And like criss-cross their careers need pit stops when we in the mix PAUSE.

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}
Monkeys know where to focus the spotlight.
On {on} D {D} si {si} sive {sive}
And Abdominal then amplify the hypeness.
With the beat {beat} by {by} disc {disc} jocks {jocks}
Format we're not just tight we're zip-lock.