Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

One day while I was sipping some juice
I realized that in the span of time just babies
all relative, time is unreal
We're just babies, just babies, man
just babies, we're just babies, man
We're babies, we're just babies, man
just babies, we're just babies, man

Every man's a and the props are there to get it
Insects roll together with the spirit in our
Life, it comes and goes and you do not a clock
I take shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock
Also of and battles at the borders
My cousins in the and the homeless grippin' quarters
The are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinkin
Don't up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'

Dwellin', yes, you're dwellin' as the is itty-bitty
eighty-fifty for a smidgen of the city
In the Serengeti, be for a box
But beware of the and the pistols and the glocks
If peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean
The politicians' mask is worse than
I write the funky so you know I got to kick 'em
Now me who's the vice and tell me who's the victim

So what is what, is really what
If the funk don't move your
And if the box don't you hot
And if the don't dig the raps
If life ain't got no spice
Or if the guns just your fun
Or if some shouts in the house
Or if your ain't down with you

Peace, is Mecca the ladybug
And I'm sayin' though, is really what
If I can't even get
the supreme court is like
All in my

Peace, this is of the doodlebug
And I wanna say, is what if
You can't walk your hood
With Bert, and Sesame Street
Mossies trying to give the

My father me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems
Ate peanuts with the dizz and vibe Lionel Hampton
Now I'm deep in the hip-hop with eclectics
Now do we got the or is it getting hectic?
swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it
Hip-hop grew from roots but some never traced it
The old jacks buck wild and babies bore their fists
But the crew outer space is here shit

We grew up digging styles of the fifth Freddy
And out for days crazy legs and rock steady
Now bleach is in the laundry, same old is handy
The label may okay it but won't play it
The censors are about so watch your mouth close drapes
The legs that's in the is on the corner, watch your tape
papes off the crust, for money and for lust
You're playing out the get slammed, trust

You it, see it, run it and slam it
They peep it, it, lynch it and ban it
It just ain't the haps if know they can't control it
Your grass be in the joint but licked it and rolled it
So

I'm saying what is really
If the funk don't rule cut?
Or if the streets dig your beats
Or if my man ain't fifty
Or if the hoods don't think good?
Or if your church really work
Or if the pigs knock your wigs
Or if the jeeps roll with beats

'Cause butterfly is baby, I'm a baby, man
I'm a baby, I'm just a baby, man
I'm just a baby, I'm a baby, man

And Mister Doodle? I'm a baby too
And Miss Mecca I'm a baby, man
And Mister Silk, he's a baby, too
And 801s, they babies, man
And Venus, she's just a baby, man
The AC-facts, just a babies, man
And DPS, they a babies, too

Oh and, Dash, she's a baby, man
Danny and Dani, are my babies, man
Oh and Liz, just a baby, man
Oh and Stella, just a baby, too
Doc Shane, he's a baby, man
Mike Mann, just my main man
And Timba, he's just a baby, man
And Nappy Jackie, just a baby, too
Benefi-Cent, just a baby, man
Oh, and you're just a baby, man