Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

Every a planet 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 punch a
I take shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock
Also of tyreo and at the borders
My cousins in the joint and the homeless quarters
The forests are all shrinking, this to my thinkin
Don't cover up the nappy, be happy witcha

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

So what is what, is really what
If the funk don't move butt
And if the box don't you hot
And if the cats don't dig the
If your life ain't got no
Or if the just wreck your fun
Or if some shouts ain't in the
Or if your crew ain't with you

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

Peace, is Cee-Know of the doodlebug
And I wanna say, is what if
You can't walk through hood
Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street
Mossies trying to give the

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

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

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

I'm saying is really what
If the funk don't your cut?
Or if the don't dig your beats
Or if my man ain't grand?
Or if the hoods don't think good?
Or if your church don't really
Or if the pigs wanna your wigs
Or if the don't roll with beats

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

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