Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

Every man's a planet and the are there to get it
Insects together 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 think of Scott la
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 dwellin' as the norm is
Figure eighty-fifty for a smidgen of the
In the Serengeti, be for a box
But of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks
If your peoples don't getcha, you still off clean
The politicians' is worse than Halloween
I write the scripts so you know I got to kick 'em
Now tell me who's the and tell me who's the victim

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

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

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

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

We grew up styles of the fabulous fifth Freddy
And out for days crazy legs and rock steady
Now is in the laundry, same old beats is handy
The label may okay it but radio play it
The censors are about so watch 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 out the planets get slammed, trust

You think it, see it, run it and it
They peep it, hear it, it and ban it
It just ain't the haps if they 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 rule cut?
Or if the streets don't dig your
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 wanna knock your
Or if the jeeps don't with beats

butterfly is baby, I'm just 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, just 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
and Dani, they 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
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