And, and up the track a little bit I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know the Common Sense, soul the De La Get all them We the sayers
Huh and the bizness, hah Gonna do it like it hot Like the Chicago
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be Always exhale the 'cause I don't inhale lie Play the man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses
Of course, much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is too complex Much too complex, EFX be like Das Making moves down South, to the chaos
And never flaunt the coin 'cuz be gazin' call me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin' I'm fazin' those who're supposed to the last laughter 'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the
I haveta respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin' money the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't move
I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And can't another brother cook delicacies I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk around the planet earth, making money, fun
And I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and with a drink
Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you serve? Do you wanna be Or do you wanna deal it? acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show, get Extra P's like the Professor
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game a Refa-ree in soul of my Destiny, in the best of three out of Whip anybody ass at NBA Live,
Take a dive like Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more a coach or an owner I used to love her but now I her
At one point in rhyme, I thought I lost my But then I got it back with the resurrection, rhymes, old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I
I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm win And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And no other brother cook these delicacies
I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun around the planet earth, making money, having fun Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun
I'm the most from the of the Eastern flav' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave' It's me, why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC
While others explore to it hardcore I make it hard for wack MC's to step inside the door 'Cause these kids is rhyming, timing And we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
The lyrical killing, with egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death Over musical plates, being played as the Kids thinking, to the Soul, you're labeled fools
Who to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run or what of earth You reside, not even a man So I deem it mandatory, taking your pride
But I 'cause my man says, Soul for the life You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you try keepin' it right That's understanding mathematics leaves the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows, he threat to this one This one make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't hero If you can't stand strong like the island I'm
Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun Yeah and I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And can't another brother cook these See can't another brother these delicacies See another brother cook these delicacies
Ah, how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh Like triple it, That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to The of freestyler flow Yeah, it's and we don't need to flow no more
To my man Mos Def, yo, he To my man Enola, yo, he's And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, nonstop Yo girl MP, yo, she's nonstop
And to crew Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they
And to my man Joe Buck, you he nonstop And my man P, yo, he's nonstop And my man Divine, you know he nonstop kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're And my peoples Beatminerz, man they And to my man Mr. Bug, you know nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's
And to, my dean The Green, yo, nonstop And to my man Prince Paul, yo, nonstop And to man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man, nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez, yo, nonstop
Let me tell you a something about Soul, tell 'em son I be a piece of the coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder, why back in the day who his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it December
I'm a member of kids from the inner city Giving you kitties treats, you be aching for making More money than a pagan Not from the PJ's, yet I got something to say