[ VERSE 1 ]  Pick up the pace, speed it up fast and faster  Keep the cuts crisp and clean, and then blast the  Bass till impact is unbearable  And I'ma do MC's somethin terrible  Cause I like to start shit off with a bang  Clichees and slang that no man can hang  With, the one your girl shares her putang with  And Jimmy's what a stick that thang with  You can't stand the pressure and pain when you're put in heat  You felt defeat, so you cheat and still couldn't beat  The vocal phenomenon, word is bond, the U's a don  I correspond and strike like a python  Fast and furious, foes find it frightening  The bass is thunder, rhymes strike like lightning  Kay on the set and Doc throw the samples on  Anyone who step in my path'll get trampled on  Save all the talk, keep it under your hat  You ain't sayin nothin slick, so go head with that  Or I take your space, replace your face, erase your trace  In case you wanna base, pick up the pace    [ CHORUS ]  Ready, are you ready? (Are you ready?  (Go off, go off)--> Treacherous Three    [ VERSE 2 ]  I speak and peak a verbal crescendo  Play MC's like a game of Nintendo  Clear the board, and then switch the cartridge  Hold em hostage and fry em like a sausage  So this advice, I think you should take  Those who fake and flake face a break  For goodness sake, I go and flow, do a show solo  Touch the pro - hell no, you must be on alcohol  So keep your distance before you get your head flown  For tryin to touch a microphone when you shoulda known  Better, it's time to settle a vendetta  It ain't Y-o-u, it's one letter  I'm growin and flowin and hoein  And clockin dough and showin  I break backs like a wild Samoan  I freeze MC's and leave competetors comatose  Lyrics are so dope, the listeners overdose  But everytime I turn, another sucker bit  So I'ma drop em just for the fuck of it  The U comin first place in a race  While Kay deejay and play, I say: pick up the pace    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 3 ]  It's like magic the way the rhyme flows  Smoother and smoother as time goes  On, soft and warm like the quiet storm  Cause this is poetry in the highest form  So check the technique, if you just said weak  Methods or efforts, then check till next week  You won't find one, son, cause there ain't none  Rhymes are artwork, now watch me paint one  Colorful rays in the shades of a rainbow  Can't estimate the rate of my brainflow  Is it fast or is it slow?  If you wanna know  Then pick up the pace    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 4 ]  Straight off the top I step and then take yours  Money, your jewels, and even your girl's drawers  You took a loss, so learn to accept it  Cause if you were swift, then you woulda kept it  Rick holds the dustpan while I sweep up  Tired MC's that could not keep up  With rhymes the U kick, the pace is too quick  Rick with the suits and Kay with the chew stick  What I recite will keep the whole place hype  Raps are capsules, the mic is a basepipe  Inhale the smoke, one toke you choke  And bums look for crumbs when the mic is broke  Females slave and crave to get next to this  Lyrics I kick are fierce as the exorcist  Helter skelter, MC's run for shelter  Kay'll melt the belts, and I'ma swelter  Any MC who step in my face  Cause the rhymes are good to go, so yo, pick up the pace    [ CHORUS ]