Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

Every man's a planet and the are there to get it
Insects roll together with the spirit in our
Life, it comes and goes and you do not a clock
I don't shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock
of tyreo and battles at the borders
My in the joint and the homeless grippin' quarters
The forests are all shrinking, this to my thinkin
cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'

Dwellin', yes, you're dwellin' as the is itty-bitty
eighty-fifty 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 I got to kick 'em
Now tell me who's the vice and tell me the victim

So what is really what, is what
If the funk move your 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 wreck your fun
Or if some shouts in the house
Or if your ain't down with you

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

Peace, this is of the doodlebug
And I say, what is what if
You can't through your hood
With Bert, Ernie and Street
trying to give the snuffleupagus

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

We grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth
And scoping out for days legs and rock steady
Now bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is
The label may okay it but radio won't it
The censors are about so watch your mouth close your
The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your
Making papes off the crust, for money and for
playing 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 just ain't the haps if they know they control it
grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it
So

I'm saying what is what
If the funk don't rule your
Or if the don't dig your beats
Or if my man fifty grand?
Or if the hoods don't you're good?
Or if your church don't really
Or if the pigs knock your wigs
Or if the jeeps roll with beats

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

And Mister Doodle? I'm just a too
And Miss Mecca I'm a baby, man
And Silk, he's just a baby, too
And 801s, just babies, man
And Venus, she's 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, just a baby, too
Doc Shane, he's a baby, man
Mike Mann, he's just my man
And doctor Timba, just a baby, man
And Nappy Jackie, she's a baby, too
Benefi-Cent, just a baby, man
Oh, and you're just a baby, man