Kwest ft. Darc Mind - “Power of Three”
[Emcee(s): Kwest, Kev Roc, and King Cesar]
[Producer(s): Aneeway Jones]
[Co-Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Intro: Sample]
The number three is symbolized by the triangle, recorded as the number of outpourings which radiated from divine being in the process of creation

[Verse 1: Kwest]
Hmm. Now if I select
The correct phonics when I project vomit, you would think
My thinktank holds advanced electronics. While DJs
Maneuver breaks and shift plates like tectonics, I eject
Sonic comets that promise to astonish—Jesus, yeah
I’m back, bring your world to a virtual standstill
This be the physical boot to your lyrical anthill. Ten toes
Down underground—that’s an extraterrestrial
When I bless, you’ve been blessed nothing less than celestial
Skill? Heh. Not an issue, son. My art official, pure and honest
With no skills, feel as real, nothing artificial, bar for bar
I’ll get you, words’ll scar and strip you, hit you like a guided missile
Use a dangling participle to rip apart your tissue
When you start crafting these words of English language mastery
What’s up, Natural E? Skill and audacity, university faculty
[?]
[?] drain your cavity, then you can get back to me
[Interlude 1: Sample]
Its basic principles are spirit, soul, and body. It’s trying to manifest in the world before him as thought, desire, imagination

[Verse 2: Kev Roc]
Ill incor-
-porated elements of the best ever met with the
Worn rugged appeal of the stressed leather
My final lines be wise—make keynote of the lecturer, high-post
Flash, the two-drop step, then trifecta in them
Greatest strata for carat, and my character Darc
Observe the narrative as I craft the work of art
[?] theme we feed the [?]. Kev Roc, I be
The fecal on fly beat that’s speaking to the beetle in the
Mono static stance. Fueled, I’m enhanced, link the link
Get Larry Nance, son, I’m nice like France
Flows ill, interwoven, blacken robes of a scholar, but
Then again, blazing trails your favorite n***as follow
I spit a fire in your lyrical theatre
Rested on the seventh day, blessed to my Creator
To know me cool. To feel me, son, priceless. Kev Roc
And Darc Mind hollowed out for the purposes of niceness

[Interlude 2: Sample]
Three. The integers are the whole numbers, so I’m saying that almost all whole numbers contain the digits “three”

[Verse 3: King Cesar]
Peep my ménage à tres, one of the best
I’m fresh in the flesh, manifest progress
Stepped in the door with Chadnezzar and Kwest on
The bassline that Aneeway blessed. Now it’s anyone’s guess
Subtract three from six—now how
Many is left? That’s how many I test
One, two, three, your mama caught a free, put it
In a teapot, then she made a pot of tea
Spike the tea with a fifth of Hennessey and a
Dash of THC from a potent hemp tree
Now I’m feeling all woozy and shit
My uzi weighs a ton, and you’re ‘bout to get hit
Don’t be around when it’s time for me to detonate
Sugar Bear sang the song, “Ready to Penetrate”
“Don’t Scandalize Mine,” mind your business
All I need to know, son: can I get a witness?