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Chorus: (Slick Rick sample from MC Ricky D and Doug E. Fresh's "La-Di-Da-Di")
Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees* Times done changed for the *emcees* Every woman and man wanna *emcee* But for what, I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you! Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees* Times done changed for the *emcees* Every woman and man wanna *emcee* But for what, I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you! Verse One: Dove Man I'm on the set like the flicks so let your parents flash A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin monsters mash Spit Pinnochio's Theory when shit be looking weary I need rest, but I boogie for now, I'm on some mess like the best mics respond to me Living days, like dreams of specializing in the art that pays I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number Emcees be kneading/needing dough while I make bread like Wonder Yes, that's what you heard, so save that acting for the screen See you can can that manager with the beans I bust emcees like lies surprise em out the box Put away the soda pops I'd rather rub on the rocks A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what? I guess Southern folks cash makes the lovin come fast But I'm past alla that, it's time to break with the breeze Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees Chorus Verse Two: Pos Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches Yo I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin more bitches and to them my constellation put your lives in jep While you others represent, I present my rep Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main in print Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint Could not prevent, YOU from seeing I'm the light but bring attention to my words like some ads in tights I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones as if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam with my fleet, here to make this rap game complete While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal Chorus |
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(Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!)
(Get the daisies for the...) Potholes in my lawn DOVE: Everybody's sayin' what to do when Suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin' They don't know that the Soul don't go for that Potholes in my lawn And that goes for my rhyme sheet Which I concentrated so hard on, see I don't ask for maximum security But my dwellin' is swellin' It nipped my bud when I happened to fall Into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot Was on a scroll I just wrote me a new 'mot' But now it's gone There's no Suckers knew that I hate To recognise that every time I'm writin' It's gone (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) Potholes in my lawn POS: I've found that it's not wise To leave my garden untended 'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy Even paws are after my writer See, I've found that everyone's sayin' What to do when suckers are preyin' On my well-guarded spreadsheets Oh why, hell does it send up fleets Of evil-doers through the big hole To get to evil-doers who dig holes Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew I think I'd better plant traces to give clues Or better yet call 911 And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One Open a chair and let them realize the reason For concern of the Soul, 'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) Potholes in my lawn (Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?) DOVE: Now you got the method What to do when you die The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin' It's a shame that you deny to claim That you stole my words of fame That I wrote in my rhyme sheet Which I concentrated so hard on, see I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B But my dwellin' is swellin' It nipped my bud when I happened to fall Into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot Was on a scroll I just wrote me a new 'mot' But now it's gone there's no Suckers knew that I hate To recoginse that every time I'm writin' It's gone Potholes in my lawn (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) |
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Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha! Ha ha ha ha Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Intro/Chorus: De La + Mos Def Now this goes out to all area clicks Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La/De La/Native Tongue in the mix Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick Now this goes out to all area clicks From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 Remember to keep the Mos Def/Native Tongue in the mix Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits Verse One: Mos Def, Dove, Posdonus Now, come on y'all, get live get down What we have is a brand new sound So don't none of y'all just be misled The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread Shakin laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots See I'm out to get the corn like in them rainbow pots Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath We are the killer combination with the size to administer the beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes Chorus Now check it out, and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Mos Def, Posdonus, Dove I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin ill No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon build But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like gabba D Tryin to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 Life be nuttin but a river son I'm swimmin upstream Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears with information due to confirmation of the nation's most wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table Rated at the high point of the mass Rippin MC's at the top of a class, occasionally rippin some sucker's face Or some suckable ass from a girl It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh) Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail Came to set like equators invented, with the heat Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete RIGHT *echoes*, so when I shine the light crabs wince Manifestin for the future here in the present tense No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your Jeeps Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats Chorus We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits Perfecta, perfecta (repeat 3X) Word up |
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[Dove]
Mirror, mirror on the wall Tell me, mirror, what is wrong? Can it be my de la clothes Or is it just my de la song? What I do ain't make-believe People say I sit and try But whan it comes to being de la It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I [Pos] Now you tease my plug one style And my plug one spectacles You say plug one and two are hippies No, we're not, that's pure plug bull Always pushing that we've formed an image There's no need to lie When it comes to being plug one It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I [Dove] Proud, I'm proud of what I am Poems I speak are plug two type Please oh please let plug two be Himself, not what you read or write Right is wrong when hype is written On the soul, de la that is, Style is surely our own thing Not the false disguise of showbiz De la soul is from the soul And this fact I can't deny Strictly from the dan called stuckie And from me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I [Pos] Glory, glory hallelu Glory for plugs one and two But that glory's been denied By kizids and dookie eyes People think they dis my person By stating I'm darkly pack I know this so I point at q-tip And he states, 'black is black' Mirror mirror on the wall, Shovel chestnuts in my path Please keep on up with the nuts So I don't get in aftermath But if I do I'll calmly punch them In the fourth day of July 'Cause they tried to mess with Third degree, that's me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I |
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(On and on at two steps ahead)
(On and on at two steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) POS: (What's the subject?) The Shwingalo, hot damn (Is Posdnuos gonna start?) I am, I am (And by the order of Shwing on hand) I present to you the Preacher Man Peace everyone, everyone I hope Plate is not a caper, plate is not a hoax Is it is the now step, labeled Shwingalo Shopper brag a basket, fill it to the bro What's the Shwingalokate? Question me instead. Mental is the mood, whether live or dead Level is the groove when I lead the led But hip is my lip when I'm Shwinging it (On and on at two steps ahead) (On and on at two steps ahead) DOVE: (What's the next step?) It's the fool of the clan (Is he down with the Shwing?) I am, I am (And by the order of Swing on hand) I present to you, the whole shalam Last was the gas, flower by the pound Shoo, puppy tough, shoo, flower power hound Season of the Shwing is sound and it's bound 90 got the gift so lift from the ground Speak me an age, age at the dough Feed me the donut, feed me the O School me with the new 'cause the new Kept me fed with the brew I'm glued to the stew and I'm Shwinging it Breathe me the out, breathe me the in Send it with a skit neither friend nor begin Label it a Shwing, brother come for the win Catch me the border, must start to begin 90 got the knack of the Soul, grab a bit 90 proved them wrong to those who commit Dis to the hit list, pitched by the hit Caught by the herds of those in the pit Pull me a puff of the blunt as it breeds This benefit's just what you need Just because I'm fallin', saved by the weed With dred, 'cause you know indeed I'm shwinging it (On and on at two steps ahead) (On and on at two steps ahead) POS: Constructed like an apple but roll like a grape Try with the games 'cause the fools'll take shape Stuff to the too tough, grave is in the groove Sop it like Sound, yo honey make a move Shufflin' your feet, that's stiffer than a nap Open up an eardrum, don't wait for the cap Sip a third of lager, extract the waste Tell me tell me tell me, can you get a case? Never oops honey, dope not a threat Peace be found on your color telly set Pick up the proof for the stool pigeon sing Shwing a load o' dat, 'cause I must put Shwing (On and on at two steps ahead) (On and on at two steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) |
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Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense, soul with the De La Get all them play-ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh, and that's the bizness, hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over musical plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"* Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say |
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Great all-dedication Mos Def affiliation Adequate representation This is the phat presentation De La dedication Common Sense collaborations Peace to all of you Haitians Check it out Chorus: repeat 2X If money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange So what makes the world go round If love is against the law -- listen I don't know Gotta change how it's goin down Verse One: Dove Fell in love with this fish who got caught in my mesh But yo she burned my scene up like David Koresh I guess a diamond ain't nothing but a rock with a name I guess love ain't nuttin but emotion and game It's a lesson well learned so praise is well due I'm sendin off from Big I, to Kenny Calhoun And add a reservation for the resident crew And yo get your bowl cuz we cookin up stew See them Cubans don't care what y'all niggaz do Colombians ain't never ran with your crew Why you acting all spicy and sheisty The only Italians you knew was icees, niggaz price me I'm keepin it clean, like a washing machine And yo, get your locomotion run into full steam I'm sending out a greeting to my man Daseem I got a child so I gotsta get the green, right right Chorus Itzsoweezee, it's gettin hot this year Itzsoweezee, it's gettin hot (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Dove I own the deeds to some acres in the West, indeed Where my pops is building residence to house my seed Now here's the lead, y'all niggaz pray to hot rods and not God While Versace play you niggaz like Yahtzee Crackin jokes like you Patzi (When's the last time you had Happy Days?) Blazin up your herb to escape the maze, but the problem stays Think big get it big is my motto You can go and play your lotto, I'll be singin like baby won't you be mine You'll be pressin rewind, you can never see mine Keep your eyes focused, you can't touch this or quote this Style is crazy bogus so you can't try to approach this Stomp you out like roaches, pullin on my coattail like some horses pullin coaches, WHOA your roller coasters It's hotter than the temperature that's cookin in your toasters While the heat'll put you deep into hypnosis Chorus 2X Itsoweezee, Enoli's in the area Itsoweezee, Timbo King's in the area Itsoweezee, Maseo's in the area Itsoweezee, ninety-six in your area Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd! Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd lawd Itsoweezee, lawd lawd, for y'all peace Itsoweezee Itsoweezee (8X) |
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The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means using both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin'? Migrating to a higher form Of consequence, compliments of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable I'm sick of bitch's shakin' asses, I'm sick of talkin' about blunts Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows Sick of name brand clothes, sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks Cocaine and crack which brings sickness to blacks Sick of swoll' head rappers with their sicker than raps Clappers and gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sick even sicker perhaps Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about a skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people, who be wastin' time? Screaming who they've hated, that's why the native tongues Have officially been reinstated Vibes, vibrations, stakes is high, higher than high You know them stakes is high, higher than high When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high, hey yo, what about that love? Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds, loving to love mad sex Loving to love guns, love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid, we living in them Days of the man made ways where every aspect is vivid These brothers no longer talk shit, hey yo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone plug one translating The zone, no offense to a player, but yo, I don't play And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way JD Dove, show your love, what you got to say? I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it Nowadays ain't odd, investing in fantasies And not God, welcome to reality, see times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars See, shit like that will make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it, 'cause the stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high I think that smiling in public is against the law 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and how you, son and how you gettin' in And who the man holding, hey yo, and how was the scams And how high? Yo what up? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti But they ain't organized, mixing crimes with life enzymes Taking the big scout route and niggas know doubt better Than they know their daughters and their sons, oh boy Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain positive contact Just like my main man, who got others cleaning up His physical influence, his mind got congested He got the nine and blew it, neighborhoods are now hoods 'Cause nobody's neighbors, just animals surviving With that animal behavior, under I, who be rhyming From dark to light sky, experiments when needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do anything to get The piece of the pie electrify, even die for the cash but at last I be out Even though you wantin' more, this issue is closed like an elevator door But soon reopened once we get to the next floor where the Vibes, vibrations, stakes is high, y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high, stakes is high, come on |
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