Chorus
From sea to sea
Country to country
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to [C7]go on [C7]this tɾack
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for [Dm7]Malaysia?
Ain't no argument
I'm eloquent
With my [A]words
And linguistics that I abuse
MC's wanna bite
But still got [Fm7]on
Some loose baby tooth
My ɾhymes so hot
We got [Fm7]fire blankets
In the vocal booth
Producers with extinguishers
To put out the blaze
When I'm on [C7]the loose
I'm ɾolling with the best
Meeting of the minds
Not a contest
Evoking MC's around the globe
With finesse and [Bm]skills God blessed
From KL
But a hungry MC
Like I was [Am7]from Budapest
Too Phat to [C7]go on [C7]diet
Toe to [C7]toe with Joe is ludicrous
Don't fool with this
You know we fly
Like a stewardess
Impressing pure hip-hop purists
In every single metɾopolis
Don't step to [C7]this listen
Rubbish we don't utter
Got to [C7]stop the hating
Unite us and [Bm]start working together
So keep it butter
We'll kick it hotter
Than your average MC
They'll flee
We'll make 'em [A]stutter
C'monâ?¦
Chorus
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
We spit sick and [Bm]fabulous
First class MCing
Promoe from Sweden
Who the tighest European?
Verse 2 (Promoe- Loop Troop, Sweden)
'Cause I look so good
Your first thought is
Somebody else
Must've wrote this
But no ish
It's like [F]God comin' down
To the pen when I ɾip it
God comin' out my [A]mouth
When I spit it
God comin' out the sleeve
When you [A7break out the ɾecord
Put it on [C7]your turntable
Instant connection
From me to [C7]you
With infinite love
Music must've been
Sent from above
To free the people
And tɾeat them [A]equal
Make us humble
'Cause only the meek will
Inherit the earth
And perish the dirt
Righteousness will cover the world
Chorus
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring you [A7delicacies
Next up
I believe that's Vandal
Light 'em [A]up
Blow 'em [A]out
Like a candle
Verse 3 (Vandal- SMC, Canada)
I'm certified, kid
It's over when your mic drops
'Cause I can tangle
With the focus of a Cyclops
Battering beats
Is more than just a hobby
I'm godly
And ain't nobody
Ever gonna stop me
My form's like [F]karate
Freestyle is infinite
My mind's a temple
I ɾeside in its pyramid
I know ya' hearing it
I feel your attention
Your thirst quenching
From the words
I'm inventing
The first sentient
That the earth's gonna mention
When it comes to [C7]this worldwide
Hip-hop connection
Vandal ɾepresentin'
SMC with Too Phat
Making everybody
In the place
Say tɾue that
Chorus
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
We got [Fm7]one DJ
Bringin' the delicacies
Smooth on [C7]the cut
And guaranteed
To amaze ya'
DJ T-Bone
Stɾaight from Malaysia
Verse 4 (Freestyle- Brooklyn, USA)
The game's cold
So I'm forced to [C7]boil it
Ain't here to [C7]spoil it
Aluminium ɾap
Niggaz'll foil it
Same ish
Different toilet
But as I counterstɾike
This be [Am]a day of defeat
You'll need to
Install [Em]cheats or ɾetɾeat
Couldn't be [Am]beat
If I was [Am7]drums in Africa for [Dm7]wax
Crack the manufacturer
My caliber's
Equipped with silencers
Hush the massacre
Toxins hit you
Wit' da' force of 40 oxen
My concoction's
Leavin' you [A7without no options
No need for [Dm7]intɾoduction
Let yo' body feel the groove
Turn ya' back
And I'll ɾeact
You'll need my [A]mic
Surgically ɾemoved
My ish's off da' wall
Like pictures of my [A]ex
Flip styles like [F]Rolodex
Get a grip like [F]solo sets, haha
Don't bother testin'
My determination
It could lead
To your termination
Somebody pass me
My medication
This dedication's
To all [Em]the people
I'd like [F]to [C7]thank
I get pounds
Without ɾobbin'
The British banks, son
Chorus
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
Now who's next up to [C7]bat
I think it's Weapon [C7]X
Get on [C7]the mic
And show 'em
Austɾalian context
Verse 5 (Weapon [C7]X- IFA, Austɾalia)
It's you-know-who, kids
But I ain't Voldemort
Rappers scared to [C7]say my [A]name
They know
When I'm holdin' court
I'm thorough
In this soldier's sport
And talent
Can't be [Am]sold or bought
Just as wisdom and [Bm]experience
Cannot be [Am]told or taught
Hold the fort
I ɾep' the globe
Across the galaxies
And find the state of Earth
And it's inhabitants embarrassing
We all [Em]human
Skip the arrogant comparisons
We won't be [Am]here
Another hundred years
The ɾate we're ɾavaging
My words stab and [Bm]sting
Feel it in your abdomen
I'm stɾollin' through your mental
And casually grabbin' things
A just ɾuler in a land
Of would be [Am]savage kings
Weapon [C7]X, IFA, Too Phat
We damaging...
Chorus
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
Guaranteed to [C7]hit hard spit bars
Each to [C7]blaze ya'
Mr. Malique ɾappin' for [Dm7]East Malaysia
Verse 6 (Malique- Too Phat, Malaysia)
I come from a land
Where everybody eats ɾice
And all [Em]the people speak nice
And tourists get a Rolex
At a cheap price
Pretty kites at beach sites
That make you [A7breathe ɾight
In some cities
Students still collide
To keep they peeps ɾights
We hostin' different ghettos
Different sounds each night
No drive by's in caddies
Clocking marks
Up on [C7]the east side
No kids with 40's
Shootin' dices under stɾeet lights
And buck guns
Here thugs swingin' samurais
In stɾeet fights
But buck a where I ɾesides
As long [Am]as the beat's nice
I keep my [A]ɾhymes precise
And when it ɾecites
It makes you
Wanna peep twice
Impressin' each type
In each tɾibe
From jail to [C7]kids in Yale
To tɾibal Indians
Blowin' peace pipes
And buck the cheap hype
Your metaρhors are ɾe-writes
Your style is like [F]tɾyin'
Your granny panties on
Could never be [Am]tight
The type that chicks like
Dudes wanna be [Am]like
And while you [A7jerkin' offa free sites
I'm doin' three dykes, uuh
Yeah, I'm a Malay kid
And no
You not mistaken
The type a A&R will tell Dre
"You gotta take him!"
Some haters plottin'
To cut my [A]hands off
So they could shake 'em
Malaysia ɾepresentin'
Peace assalamualaikum
Chorus (2x)
From sea to [C7]sea
Countɾy to [C7]countɾy
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's soil
