Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

One day while I was sipping some groove
I realized that in the span of time we're babies
It's all relative, is unreal
We're just babies, we're babies, man
We're just babies, just babies, man
We're babies, we're just 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 and goes and you do not punch a clock
I don't take shit for granted, I think of Scott la
Also of tyreo and battles at the
My cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin'
The forests are all shrinking, deepens to my thinkin
Don't up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'

Dwellin', yes, dwellin' as the norm is itty-bitty
Figure 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 peoples don't getcha, you still off clean
The politicians' mask is than Halloween
I write the funky so you know I got to kick 'em
Now tell me who's the vice and tell me who's the

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

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

Peace, is Cee-Know 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 peoples and the
Ate peanuts with the and vibe with Lionel Hampton
Now I'm deep in the hip-hop with eclectics
Now do we got the power or is it hectic?
Scribble swings the paddle at the where I placed it
grew from roots but some emcees never traced it
The old buck wild and some babies bore their fists
But the crew from space is here shit

We grew up digging styles of the fabulous fifth
And scoping out for days crazy legs and steady
Now bleach is in the laundry, same old beats is
The label may it but radio won't play it
The censors are so watch your mouth close your drapes
The that's in the boots is on the corner, watch your tape
papes off the crust, for money and for lust
You're playing out the planets get slammed,

You it, see it, run it and slam it
They it, hear it, lynch it and ban it
It just ain't the haps if they know can't control it
Your grass be in the joint but they licked it and it
So

I'm saying what is really
If the don't rule your cut?
Or if the don't dig your beats
Or if my man ain't fifty
Or if the hoods don't think you're
Or if your church really work
Or if the pigs wanna knock your
Or if the jeeps roll with beats

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