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Intro
И для моего Kin de Calhoun, йо, он безостановочно
And and bass up the track a little bit
Эй, эта девушка, депутат, она без перерыва
Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin?
И в этот лагерь экипажа, как они без остановки
Yeah yeah you know the bizness
И для этой ниггерской поп -жизни, он без перерыва
Common Sense, soul with the De La
И моей кузенке любви, вы знаете, он не остается
Get all them play-ahs
Мой брат счастлив
We the rhyme sayers
И для моего мужчины Джо Бак, ты знаешь, что он без остановки
Huh, and that's the bizness, hah
И мой мужчина дополнительный п, йо, он безостановочно
Gonna do it like this
И мой мужчина, Майк Божественный, ты знаешь, что он без остановки
Gettin it that
Этот ребенок назвал малыш Пол, он без перерыва
Like the Chicago streets
И для джазойфатнавей, ты не остановляешься

И мои народы битминерц, чувак, они без остановки
[Verse 1: Dove]
И для моего мужчины, мистер Баг, вы знаете, что вы не стоп
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
И йо, Литро, Йо, он без перерыва
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
И, Медина Грин, ты не остановляешься
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
И моему мужчине принцу Пол Йо он без перерыва
So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
И этому человеку, детка, капри, ты без остановки
Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex
И племя под названием квест, человек, они без перерыва
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
И не забывайте
Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das

Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
Позвольте мне рассказать вам кое -что о себе (расскажите им себе)
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
Я являюсь кусочком восточного побережья, так что дайте тост
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
Подключите удивление, почему в тот день, кто пропитал его слова в Джигге
I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter
Поэтому, когда я запустил фразу в июне, вы не поймали ее до декабря
Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after
Я член их, дети из города
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Давая вам котята слышимые угощения, вы болеете за то, чтобы сделать
Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers
Больше денег, чем языческого праздника
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Не из пижа
Now what that prove? you're so full you can't even move

[Hook]
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 2: 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 Louganis 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 niggas styles I predict

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pos]
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
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 musical 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 deem it MANdatory taking your pride
But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight
You tried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leads to currency and 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

[Hook]

[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 fluid, it ain't even a 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 Fudge 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, Medina 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

Let me tell you a little something about the Self (tell em self)
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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