Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

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

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

So what is really what, is really
If the funk move your butt
And if the box make you hot
And if the cats dig the raps
If your life ain't got no
Or if the just wreck your fun
Or if some shouts 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, this is of the doodlebug
And I wanna say, what is if
You can't through your hood
With Bert, Ernie and Street
Mossies to give the snuffleupagus

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

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 label may it but radio won't play it
The are about so watch your mouth close your drapes
The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your
papes off the crust, for money and for lust
You're out the planets get slammed, trust

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

I'm what is really what
If the funk don't your cut?
Or if the don't dig your beats
Or if my man fifty grand?
Or if the hoods don't think you're
Or if your don't really work
Or if the pigs knock your wigs
Or if the don't 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 just a too
And Mecca I'm just a baby, man
And Mister Silk, 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, 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 doctor Timba, just a baby, man
And Nappy Jackie, just a baby, too
Benefi-Cent, he's a baby, man
Oh, and you? just a baby, man