MC Serch - Can You Dig It Lyrics

Cast away all of your rhymes into a shredder
Got with my girl, the first day that I met her
Tip-toe, tip-toe, try to step light
And if you say I can't well then I might, be
All I can be without the army or the navy
'Cause aiyyo aiyyo I'm not with the service
Hurt us, no nada, nothin' I'm too thick
Called you Jimmy cause you're actin like a prick
Goody goody two-shoes, here comes the good news
Serch went solo, so do me a favor would you's
Come come come, and run out your drawers
Can you dig it? It just hit the stores

Yeah, c'mon now, come come now
C'mon now, can you dig it?
Uh, c'mon now, come come now
C'mon now, can you dig it?

I come from no rock, so open up your lids
All up and down your spine I'll send the shivs
It's gettin' mighty nippy
Nipsey Russell I remember sellin' Jiffy
Hit me two times then hit me two times more
Hey yo chill, what'd you hit me for?
Oh yeah for the groove, but not the groovy train
I feel the vibes, but what does that pertain?
It's how I rock the hoodies with the hoods but I never did no hoodin'
And saw "Gladiators" cause of my man, Cuba Gooding
Jr., Sr., Mister Mister Big
Shake a leg, break a leg but stay, hip to the jig

Uh, c'mon now, come come now
C'mon now, can you dig it?
Uh uhh, c'mon now, come come now.
Yeah, c'mon now, can you dig it?

I've seen times change, watchin' the rhymes change
From good to bad to worse from worse to hearse
Why is it the hearse makes all the papes?
I know you're mad phony ya know like counterfeit tapes
Hit one, strip one, rip one to the bad boy and ya find
There ain't nothin' there no more
You're blowin' smoke up, where there ain't no sunlight
And I don't need K-F-C to show me how it's done right
I rip mics I grab mics I wreck mics until I'm hoarse
And when I can't rhyme I'll go home and read The Source
Peace to the streets the thugs the vandals and the hoods
You dig it, you dig it, you dug it? Good

Then c'mon now, come come now
You've got to c'mon now, can you dig it?
C'mon now, come come now
C'mon now uhh, can you dig it?

Diggin' the vibe cause the vibe is what I'm diggerin'
Triggerin' samples bigger sounds Serch must begin again
Did what I had to dig, a tractor-trailer and a rig
Cannot get this big; your voice is foul, stop smokin' cigs
And put your life back in order
Met Chantelle at Taco Bell and made a, run for the border
Saw all the dust and ma and pa doowops is who I trust
And some old school kid tried to come back but his lyrics were all rust
And mustard ketchup, sauerkraut and relish
Sell this crap I like to rap but hey yo that's my fetish
Kick the smooth style, I hope that y'all can get it
And if you don't you dig it you got it come on and kick it

C'mon now, come come now
C'mon now, can you dig it?
C'mon now, come come now
C'mon now, can you dig it?

I'm hip to the dig, I'm hip to the dig
I'm hip to the dig, I'm hip to the dig
I'm hip to the dig, I'm hip to the dig
I'm hip to the dig

Dumb shout out to my man Ken Kesney on the twenty-four