Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

man's a planet and the props are there to get it
Insects roll together the spirit in our orbit
Life, it comes and goes and you do not punch a
I don't take shit for granted, I think of la rock
Also of tyreo and battles at the
My in the joint 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 as the norm is itty-bitty
Figure eighty-fifty for a of the city
In the Serengeti, be for a box
But of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks
If peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean
The politicians' mask is than Halloween
I write the funky scripts so you I got to kick 'em
Now tell me who's the and tell me who's the victim

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

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

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

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

We up digging styles of the fabulous fifth Freddy
And scoping out for days crazy legs and rock
Now bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is
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 boots is on the corner, your tape
Making papes off the crust, for money and for
You're playing out the get slammed, trust

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

I'm saying what is what
If the don't 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 don't really work
Or if the pigs wanna knock wigs
Or if the don't roll with beats

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

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