And, and up the track a little bit 'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know the Common Sense, soul 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 the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses
Of course, it's much greater than your Benx or Lex The engine to my comprehension is too complex Much too complex, EFX be live Das Making moves down South, to avoid the
And never the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin' They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so I'm fazin' those who're to have the last laughter 'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the
I haveta send to real money makers Do not connect us with champaign sippin' money fakers Taste the quarter with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't even
I'm the D to the O, the V to the E And can't another brother these delicacies I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk around the earth, making money, having 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 think a drink
Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna Do you be dope? 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 Professor
In fact I get hoes than Tessa, peep game like a Refa-ree in soul of my Destiny, in the best of three out of anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers
Take a dive like Greg with his bitch-ass be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more a coach or an owner I to love her but now I bone her
At one in rhyme, I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the resurrection, 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 brother cook these delicacies
I'm the P L U, the G to the One Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun Walk around the planet earth, making money, fun Walk around the planet earth, making money, fun
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New pave' It's me, wonder why, in the to be Certified, as superior, MC
others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for wack MC's to step inside the door 'Cause kids is rhyming, some timing And when we get to racing on the mic, line up to see
The lyrical killing, stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black rates Over musical plates, played as the rule Kids thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled
Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the I don't worry on what you run or what section of earth You reside, you're not a man So I don't deem it mandatory, taking pride
But I will 'cause my man says, for the life You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try it right That's understanding mathematics Which the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows, he threat to this one This one will make that one into Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play 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 earth, making money, having fun Yeah and 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 another brother cook these See can't another brother cook delicacies See can't another brother cook delicacies
Ah, that's how, that's how I'm to do my thing, huh Like it, alright how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The of freestyler 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 girl MP, yo, she's nonstop
And to that crew Lo, yo, they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's And to my Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he And my man Extra P, yo, nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you he nonstop That kid Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, nonstop And my Beatminerz, man they nonstop 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 Paul, yo, he's 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 little about Soul, tell 'em son I be a piece of the East coast, so give a 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 them kids the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be for making More money than a holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got to say