3 Minutes Ground zero, bow down to the countdown Bringing the ruckus to points around the compass From the depths of outer space to the center of the earth We're getting down for what it's worth, we're getting down for now We've got three minutes and we're outta here The clock is ticking, then we're in the clear Is this thing on? Yeah! Are you hearing it? Turn it up so we can get the whole wide world feeling it A penny for my thoughts, a million for my album Mine my mind for rhymes and then sell them Apocalypse now and then, but in the meantime between I'm touring down the coast playing host To a gang of folks in a gang of cities in a gang of states We blow rhymes like Tet vets with metal plates And the dream is to step up and be the leanest With less than 20 feet and a microphone between us What I mean is, we drop the hammer like ball peenas Believe us, we rock blocks with perseverance We be the adamant, abberent insurgent antecedents Precedent to your view like Greeks to Europeans Turn up your amplifier, I am a loudspeaker Wandering like Jews, itinerant like preacher Move from town to town to convert the nonbelievers Speaking to the kids in the stands and in the bleachers My destiny's got the best of me Still searching for the spot where the pot of heaven's pennies be As we parody a pair of achievers Parroting imaginary daydream make-believers I return with the yes, yes y'all to bring it back to the future 'Cause 3 out of 15 minutes oughtta suit ya I rip out of the pit stop full prepped to flip hip hop to rock 'n roll I bomb like Enola spread like Ebola It's an epidemic. Beats'll leave you battered so you better call a medic I said it before, so you know we get frenetic Rhymes abundant from the microphone pundits We've got a short time to agitate We've gotta light the fuse before it gets too late Time is of the essence. You should hold it dear Give us our three minutes and we're outta here <====