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De La Soul - The Bizness lyrics
Featuring Common] Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down") And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense soul with the De La Get all them play ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh and that's the bizness hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think 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 delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over music plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think 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 delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"* Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say |
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