Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

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

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

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

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

Peace, is Cee-Know of the doodlebug
And I wanna say, what is if
You walk through your hood
Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street
Mossies trying to give the

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

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

You it, see it, run it and slam it
peep it, hear it, lynch it and ban it
It just ain't the 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 rule your cut?
Or if the streets dig your beats
Or if my man ain't grand?
Or if the hoods don't you're good?
Or if your church don't work
Or if the pigs wanna your wigs
Or if the jeeps don't roll beats

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

And Mister Doodle? I'm just a too
And Miss Mecca I'm a baby, man
And Mister Silk, just a baby, too
And 801s, they 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, just a baby, man
Danny and Dani, are my babies, man
Oh and Liz, she's a baby, man
Oh and Stella, just a baby, too
Doc Shane, just a baby, man
Mann, he's 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? just a baby, man