- Votes:
- Composers:
- Ishak
- Johan Bin/ibrahim
- Cairel Adrin Bin/promoe
- ./vandal
- ./weapon X
- ./freestyle
- ./unknown
- Writer
 
- See also:
Too Phat - 6 MC's lyrics
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 go on this track 
 Transcending continents 
 Who better 
 To hold it down for Malaysia? 
 Ain't no argument 
 I'm eloquent 
 With my words 
 And linguistics that I abuse 
 MC's wanna bite 
 But still got on 
 Some loose baby tooth 
 My rhymes so hot 
 We got fire blankets 
 In the vocal booth 
 Producers with extinguishers 
 To put out the blaze 
 When I'm on the loose 
 I'm rolling with the best 
 Meeting of the minds 
 Not a contest 
 Evoking MC's around the globe 
 With finesse and skills God blessed 
 From KL 
 But a hungry MC 
 Like I was from Budapest 
 Too Phat to go on diet 
 Toe to 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 metropolis 
 Don't step to this listen 
 Rubbish we don't utter 
 Got to stop the hating 
 Unite us and start working together 
 So keep it butter 
 We'll kick it hotter 
 Than your average MC 
 They'll flee 
 We'll make 'em stutter 
 C'mon… 
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 
 From sea to sea 
 Country to country 
 6 MC's bring the delicacies 
 We spit sick and 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 God comin' down 
 To the pen when I rip it 
 God comin' out my mouth 
 When I spit it 
 God comin' out the sleeve 
 When you break out the record 
 Put it on your turntable 
 Instant connection 
 From me to you 
 With infinite love 
 Music must've been 
 Sent from above 
 To free the people 
 And treat them 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 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 
 From sea to sea 
 Country to country 
 6 MC's bring you delicacies 
 Next up 
 I believe that's Vandal 
 Light 'em up 
 Blow 'em 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 karate 
 Freestyle is infinite 
 My mind's a temple 
 I reside in it's 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 this worldwide 
 Hip-hop connection 
 Vandal representin' 
 SMC with Too Phat 
 Making everybody 
 In the place 
 Say true that 
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 
 From sea to sea 
 Country to country 
 6 MC's bring the delicacies 
 We got one DJ 
 Bringin' the delicacies 
 Smooth on the cut 
 And guaranteed 
 To amaze ya' 
 DJ T-Bone 
 Straight from Malaysia 
Verse 4 (Freestyle- Brooklyn, USA) 
 The game's cold 
 So I'm forced to boil it Too Phat - 6 MC's - http://motolyrics.com/too-phat/6-mcs-lyrics.html
 Ain't here to spoil it 
 Aluminium rap 
 Niggaz'll foil it 
 Same ish 
 Different toilet 
 But as I counterstrike 
 This be a day of defeat 
 You'll need to 
 Install cheats or retreat 
 Couldn't be beat 
 If I was drums in Africa for 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 without no options 
 No need for introduction 
 Let yo' body feel the groove 
 Turn ya' back 
 And I'll react 
 You'll need my mic 
 Surgically removed 
 My ish's off da' wall 
 Like pictures of my ex 
 Flip styles like Rolodex 
 Get a grip like 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 the people 
 I'd like to thank 
 I get pounds 
 Without robbin' 
 The British banks, son 
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 
 From sea to sea 
 Country to country 
 6 MC's bring the delicacies 
 Now who's next up to bat 
 I think it's Weapon X 
 Get on the mic 
 And show 'em 
 Australian context 
Verse 5 (Weapon X- IFA, Australia) 
 It's you-know-who, kids 
 But I ain't Voldemort 
 Rappers scared to say my name 
 They know 
 When I'm holdin' court 
 I'm thorough 
 In this soldier's sport 
 And talent 
 Can't be sold or bought 
 Just as wisdom and experience 
 Cannot be told or taught 
 Hold the fort 
 I rep' the globe 
 Across the galaxies 
 And find the state of Earth 
 And it's inhabitants embarrassing 
 We all human 
 Skip the arrogant comparisons 
 We won't be here 
 Another hundred years 
 The rate we're ravaging 
 My words stab and sting 
 Feel it in your abdomen 
 I'm strollin' through your mental 
 And casually grabbin' things 
 A just ruler in a land 
 Of would be savage kings 
 Weapon X, IFA, Too Phat 
 We damaging... 
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 
 From sea to sea 
 Country to country 
 6 MC's bring the delicacies 
 Guaranteed to hit hard spit bars 
 Each to blaze ya' 
 Mr. Malique rappin' for East Malaysia 
Verse 6 (Malique- Too Phat, Malaysia) 
 I come from a land 
 Where everybody eats rice 
 And all the people speak nice 
 And tourists get a Rolex 
 At a cheap price 
 Pretty kites at beach sites 
 That make you breathe right 
 In some cities 
 Students still collide 
 To keep they peeps rights 
 We hostin' different ghettos 
 Different sounds each night 
 No drive by's in caddies 
 Clocking marks 
 Up on the east side 
 No kids with 40's 
 Shootin' dices under street lights 
 And buck guns 
 Here thugs swingin' samurais 
 In street fights 
 But buck a where I resides 
 As long as the beat's nice 
 I keep my rhymes precise 
 And when it recites 
 It makes you 
 Wanna peep twice 
 Impressin' each type 
 In each tribe 
 From jail to kids in Yale 
 To tribal Indians 
 Blowin' peace pipes 
 And buck the cheap hype 
 Your metaphors are re-writes 
 Your style is like tryin' 
 Your granny panties on 
 Could never be tight 
 The type that chicks like 
 Dudes wanna be like 
 And while you jerkin' 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 hands off 
 So they could shake 'em 
 Malaysia representin' 
 Peace assalamualaikum 
Chorus (2x) 
 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









