Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We grew up digging styles of the fabulous Freddy
And scoping out for crazy legs and rock steady
Now is in the laundry, same old beats is handy
The label may okay it but radio won't it
The censors are about so your mouth close your drapes
The legs that's in the is on the corner, watch your tape
Making off the crust, for money and for lust
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 know they can't control it
grass be in the joint 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 don't dig beats
Or if my man ain't grand?
Or if the don't think you're good?
Or if your church don't really
Or if the pigs wanna knock wigs
Or if the jeeps roll with beats

'Cause 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 Doodle? I'm just a baby too
And Mecca I'm just a baby, man
And Silk, he's 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
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
Mann, he's just my main man
And Timba, he's just a baby, man
And Jackie, she's just a baby, too
Benefi-Cent, he's a baby, man
Oh, and you? just a baby, man