And, and bass up the a little bit 'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom boom, knowhatI'msayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know the Common Sense, with the De La Get all playas We the rhyme
Huh and the bizness, hah do it like this 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 greater man's game, to off my losses So I can earn the acres, the houses, yeah, the
Of course, it's much greater than Benx or your Lex The to my comprehension is just too complex too complex, EFX be live like Das Making moves down South, to the chaos
And never the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin' They me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin' I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the laughter even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after
I send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Now what that prove, you're so full, you even move
I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And can't another cook these 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 think with a drink about how I'm win I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and with a drink
Do you be a MC? Or do you wanna serve? Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna it? Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style I do a show, get P's like the Large Professor
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, game like a Refa-ree in soul of my Destiny, in the of three out of five Whip anybody ass at NBA Live,
Take a like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a 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 with the resurrection, blessings rhymes, old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, I predict
I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and think with a about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And can't no other brother cook these
I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun Walk around the earth, making money, having fun Walk around the earth, making money, having fun
I'm the from the coast of the Eastern flav' Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New pave' It's me, wonder why, in the to be Certified, as superior, MC
While explore to make it hardcore I make it for wack MC's to even 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 stained egos on the My rhymes escalates like black rates 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 section of You reside, you're not a man So I deem it mandatory, taking your pride
But I will my man says, Soul for the life You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try it right That's microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world
And one shows, he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't hero If you stand strong like the island I'm from
Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun and I'm the C to the O, double M O N I sit and think 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 these delicacies See can't another brother cook delicacies See can't another cook these delicacies
Ah, how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh Like it, alright That's how we do it, all the way Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler Yeah, fluent 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 that girl MP, yo, she's
And to crew Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's And to my Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, nonstop
And to my man Joe Buck, you he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo, he's And my man Divine, you know he nonstop That kid Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's
And to, my dean The Green, yo, you're And to my man Paul, yo, he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they And don't the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop
Let me you a little something about Soul, tell 'em son I be a piece of the East coast, so 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 'til
I'm a member of them from the inner city you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making More money a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got to say