And, and bass up the track a bit 'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know the Common Sense, with the De La Get all them We the rhyme
Huh and the bizness, hah Gonna do it this it hot Like the streets
I divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts 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, it's much than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is too complex Much too complex, EFX be live Das Making moves South, to avoid 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 to have the last laughter even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after
I haveta send respects to real money Do not connect us with champaign sippin' money fakers Taste the pound with spice from Chi-town Now that prove, you're so full, you can't even move
I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And can't brother cook these delicacies 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, M O N I sit and think with a about how I'm gonna win I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and think with a
Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you serve? Do you wanna be Or do you wanna deal it? Fabricated acrylic, I it, I'm the style molester I do a show, get Extra P's like the Large
In I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a Refa-ree in soul of my Destiny, in the of three out of five anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers
Take a dive Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a or an owner I used to her but now I bone her
At one point in rhyme, I I lost my erection But then I got it back with the resurrection, Upon rhymes, old man who called him Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, I predict
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 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 the planet earth, making money, having fun
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York It's me, why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC
others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for wack to even step inside the door 'Cause these kids is rhyming, some And when we get to on the mic, they line up to see
The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the My rhymes escalates like death rates Over musical plates, played as the rule thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled fools
Who claims to drop but for now you do the catching I don't worry on crew you run or what section of earth You reside, not even a man So I don't 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 microphone mathematics leaves the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows, he posed threat to one This one make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you play hero If you can't stand strong like the I'm from
Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun Yeah and I'm the C to the O, M O N I sit and think with a drink 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 cook these delicacies See can't 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 type of flow 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, nonstop
And to that crew Camp Lo, yo, nonstop And to that Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he And my man Extra P, yo, he's 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 you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's
And to, my The Green, yo, you're nonstop And to my man Paul, yo, he's nonstop And to man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop 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 of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder, why back in the day who his words in jigga So when I ran a in June, you didn't catch it 'til December
I'm a member of them kids from the city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be for making More money a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got to say