Soul In The Hole - 3rd Bass

[MC Serch] 
Knowledge on the court, observin what is all around 
The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound 
Hearin and fearin, the momentum of the stutter step 
Shook to the left, because the brother slept 
Crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one 
Switched my next flip, he thought he had some grip 
But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic 
I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world 
but I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor 
Whether ballin, or callin out a sucker who is lookin for 
static, me grab it every chance I get 
One on one I'll never run and shoot the high off the net 
This position isn't switchin, pitchin out a blind pass 
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the hourglass 
Serch is my name, the game and my goal 
3rd Bass settin soul in the hole 

Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man? 
Why are you freezin me out? 
Yo man, cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle 
Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines 

[Pete Nice] 
Drip liquid, pick up a park pill 
Enduce a hand over freeform with this skill 
Spills are spun, a crossover break slice 
Sugar brother the pavement says 
Scheamin on suicide to play post I slash 
First step.. I shook ya ass 
Step to wayside, ain't no weak side 
Bassline I'm never givin, on the flipside 
Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber 
Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya 
Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya 
And after dark, I play the part of boot knocker 
Twenty-four seven, always out to get some 
Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb 
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole 
An asphault jungle, soul in the hole